The longer I live, the more I realize that time is something of my enemy.
There's never enough of it. No matter how early I start, no matter how many lists I make and items I cross up, I always find myself in the same position: it's nearly 11:00 at night and I still haven't had the amount necessary to accomplish everything I wish I had.
I think it's time for another list at Henry Harbor.
Tomorrow, though. Right now, I'm too whipped.
Maybe if I didn't have to be up and ready to take on the world so early tomorrow, it would be different. But maybe not.
If this whole pesky sleep thing didn't always get in the way...
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