I can't sleep a full night anymore -- my mind is whirring and my bladder is stirring. I finally have learned to get up, get a cup of coffee and start my day in my mind. It is 7:16 and I have been up for an hour and making a list and checking it twice.
I decide what I want to do and why for the week. Mike Finnegan is bad but this is an urgency for Annie and her children. I have tried to reach out for them but they have not responded so I take that as an easy sign for me to butt out. And I will. Gary Gilbert, one of our old friends, drowned over the 4th at Castor River, and I want to reach out to them, also.
But I want this day to count for something at the end of it. What can I do that would be meaningful to someone else! That is my criteria for worth each day!
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