Yawn, stretch.
July13
It is 6:00 a.m. and I am up.
This is unheard of.
It's a change I've been wanting to make for a while, and it's only the first successful attempt so far. But I have not been the least bit productive or useful at night lately, and I have these goals that are just not getting accomplished. So I'm up.
The sky is still lightening — it's actually clear, which is pretty amazing given my hometown's tendency to be socked in by fog pretty much daily. I have my half-caff brewing and now it's just a matter of what task I'm going to tackle for the next hour. I am torn between the crit that I owe and getting a little of my own writing done. Perhaps I'll do a bit of both.
I'll report back.
