I am afraid today is another Day – waking up to the same grey and cool morning. No snow though, thank the lord for small – no big mercies. I’m starting to feel like Bill Murray. Desperation is nibbling on my edges. I cannot afford to let it all hang out.
I can bite the bullet and do all those hard to do things that I’ve been putting off. What better time to do them than on a grey and cold day? I do not need to move mountains, only piles – and piles. I only have to move one of them at a time.