I think I’m going to go with the explanation that I’m still on East Coast time, from my trip. But perhaps it’s time to discover my “inner farmer” – but there are no chickens to feed, no cows to milk.
I’m re-evaluating everything in my life, right? Might as well reconsider my sleep habits as well.
Meanwhile, I’m catching up on email, fed the cat, did bills. The mundanities that make up our lives, I suppose. Perhaps I’ll make up some of the Soyrizo I bought at Henry’s Marketplace this weekend. That might be good. So many choices. So many decisions. It’s coming a bit easier now.