So, it is 5:50am. Tasks yesterday kept me focused on doing only what I was doing; so, my mind wasn't scattered thinking of all the things that were waiting to be done and all of the other worries that plague my mind. If only my body and energy allowed me to do more, but, alas, acceptance of getting older and more physically unable to do things that I used to do is hard. I look around and see only work. It is disheartening. I wish I had those little elves from the shoemaker who would come in and do the work for me at night. Wouldn't that be nice?

Hope everyone has the best day possible.