Today was the spring-forward part of the Daylight Savings Time two-step, and I lost an hour of perfectly good sleep.
I can’t say shifting clocks twice a year is all that good for me. I didn’t get a whole lot done before work, and it doesn’t look as though I’m going to get all that much done now.
I’m to the point that I hate my novel. (Well, I hate the part I’m working on, and that makes me question every other part of my novel, and why didn’t I just go into insurance sales in the first place?)
That could be a matter of not enough sleep and too much sugar.
(As could the fact that I took my lunch to work, put it in the refrigerator, and then forgot that it was there so completely that I actually skipped lunch in favor of potato chips.)
I probably shouldn’t look at that manuscript again until after I’ve gotten some sleep. And maybe a little protein.
Eva Ashton
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G. R. McNeese