I’m tired. My eyes hurt. I’ve been up at least four hours and I’ve accomplished not damned much. My head hurts.
My desk is cleaner than it’s been in months. The kid’s laundry is in progress, and crap that had been accumulating in the living room has been decluttered. I did the dishes, and I moved a plant to make a safe yet handy belonging place for my laptop. I co-cooked a yummy brunch and ate with my little family.
But since I haven’t edited/written/whatever, I feel like I haven’t done crap.
I will now do something about that.