It’s almost like I give myself permission to have a bad day. I’m in bed at 630 and I know the last week has been a little slower and moodier than the norm. After all these years I’ve never really figured out how to get out of a funk. It just does one day.

I change my morning routine every day. There is no set order to do things and there are not prezt rules. There are not even any tasks that  need to be done before the morning chores. Some days I’m out of bed right away. Done days I get out at the last minute. Usually there is a mid-wY point where I transition from bed to computer and half my morning social media checks are from each position.

Today I’ve got that feeling where I could literally sleep till noon, but that was what I did yesterday after the chores.i even forgot whether I fed the chickens or not.

I have nothing to say or do, but it’ll be easier if I don’t feel asleep on the job so I’ll make this quick and start typing. It’s always easier after my morning coffee equivalent chocolate and meth.