I got up this morning around 6:38 AM. My wife was already up when I got up making devils eggs for a hospital pot luck tonight. I messed with our main computer and then wrote in my paper diary. So has gone by my morning existence.
Last night I watched television and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day. I have been reading this morning when not doing something else "Wild Mind: Living The Writer's Life" by Natalie Goldberg.
There is nothing pressing on my mind this morning. I do not know if I am depressed this morning. I am tired because I did not sleep soundly last night.
Well I suppose I will close to wait it out. No way of escape.