Whenever I have a poor night’s sleep for whatever reason, I feel mournful, as if someone had died. I mope around in slow motion, dragging my feet. I suppose my body is mourning its loss of rest. I’m not at all joyful, though not sad either. However I feel, I get up, dress up and show up. That has been my motto for many years. I adopted it from Regina Brett’s God Never Blinks, 50 Life Lessons for Life’s Little Detours. It’s lesson #46. It works for me.

I was wondering how I was going to navigate the day. The day took care of itself once I got up, dressed up, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I like to start my day with a cuppa of Orange Pekoe tea, play Wordle and Spelling Bee. Then there is breakfast, the dishes, followed by roasting golden beets and sweet peppers. The tomatoes were calling to be sauced. That generated more things to wash. But the beets and peppers were so delicious to add to yesterday’s leftover quesadilla from McNally Robinson. It made for a very yummy lunch.

Now the tomatoes are sauced. I wondered how the heck I was going to write this post. Then I remembered today’s email from CBC Literary Prizes. Today’s advice on how to get your writing done was to show up. So here I am. It works! If I want to succeed, I have to show up and tap. At least my fingers are happy today, dancing across the keyboard. Not too much stuttering or stumbling. I am tired but a happy camper. I shall call this a day.