My heart is racing

I'm excited. It's time to go to bed.

This isn't an act I look forward to all day, I hardly look forward to it at all. I dread going to bed. I hate sleep. The exciting part is tomorrow.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow! I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait! Another 16 hours to pack with writing and drawing and reading and discovery! I'll do yoga and feel great. I'll cook something very tasty! There will be much exuberance.


I measure each day in small victories. No, I drew hardly anything today and painted zilch, but I did a wonderful session of yoga, successfully scanned watercolor paintings, and did a load of laundry. The laundry is actually the biggest deal. I don't know why it took more courage to brave the basement and test out the washer than to hijack the scanner and related software, but it did.

Most "tomorrow"s excite me (and not just for the abstract reason of being one day closer to seeing Reagan) for the promise they bring, but this tomorrow, Thursday, is a big deal because I will be adding a daily update ofLily and Wyett to my routine. More juggling!

This is not sarcasm. I actually feel very good. And, of course, occasionally feel bad for feeling so good, but not as much as I did last week.