Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
| It’s Sunday, which is supposed to be a day of rest,but I got up at 4:00. Sometimes, I use this early morning time well. I drink a lot of coffee - obviously that is necessary. But sometimes I manage to write a little. Today, I wrote a very little. The worst thing about getting up at four is that it’s a long time to lunch. |