Many apologies for the lack of posting – I’ve been without regular internet access (in the non-work hours, at least), so I haven’t been able to reliably string my thoughts together to slap on to the web for all you folks to peruse.
As a kid, whenever I was stressed before bed about all the things I meant to do that day but didn’t get to, my mother would always say, “tomorrow is another day”. I have had to embrace that as a mantra lately. There are so many things I want to do and mean to do and NEED to do – and yet I never seem to get around to them. All I want for Christmas this year is to have the weight of all those items lifted from my shoulders.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
They even say this is in Italian (domani รจ un altro giorno), so it must be true. I’ll sleep on it