Sometimes I just don't get it. I could spend a day hardly doing anything strenuous or doing very little of anything and the next day I have the hardest time getting out of bed. Other times, like yesterday and this morning, I could be going all day long and stay out late, but then be up to watch the sunrise. Go figure. But then again, on days like this, I'm likely to be sleep from 2 to 5 pm or so! But it was a beautiful morning this morning. I watched Starting Over. I kinda like that program. Then a couple of travel shows that went to Germany and Sicily. Interesting. Then I got up and blog hopped to the rising sun. Unfortunately, my apartment faces northwest, so I could really see the sun rising, however, it was a beautiful view overlooking the Mississippi river anyway. Today I gotta work on those edits (you know, the prodigal manuscript), then I want to knock off items on my to-do list. I put together a list last week because it seemed like I was just super busy all the time, but like not much was getting done. So, I had to actually put a list together and mark things off so I could see the progress I'm making. So far, I've knocked 5 things off my list of 30. But it does seem like each day that I knock things off, something else is added. So that's probably why it seemed like I was always working, but never accomplishing anything. The question is, will there ever be a day when I have absolutely nothing on my to-do list? A day where I can just devote the whole day to reading and writing? I keep believing so and I keep plugging away at my list. But it seems like I'm digging in a bottom-less pit.