Some days just don’t. You know what I mean. You had finally psyched yourself up to start your morning walk campaign setting your alarm for 6am to give you the extra time. The alarm seeps into your dreams and you finally open your eyes to a downpour that can only have been rivaled by bucketing during Noah’s flood. You drop your eyelids in disappointment just for a second and wake up in time to have a ‘race the clock’ breakfastless morning routine. So the day continues. Someone even comments “Got out of the wrong side of the bed did you?” You wish that you could just get back into bed and try starting the day again. Soaked and disgruntled you are arrive back home after the days doings ready to throw in the towel, curl up somewhere and escape into impenetrable sleep.
“Excuse me” a kind of internal voice/thought pipes up “There are hours of this day left, are you going to let that fiendish disgruntled steal hours from your life?”
“Just sleep,” sooths another thought voice “Just think of how rested you will be in the morning.”
“Don’t listen, pick yourself up, dry yourself off, and start all over again”
“A warm drink, a hot shower, clean dry even warmed pajamas and then…snooze and doze and luxuriate in the knowledge that you don’t have to get up until the morning!”
“Oh yes,” I say “That sounds wonderful”
“Don’t do it! Shake yourself off, eat something, write a list and get started”
“OK, out comes the ironing board, in the ears goes my MP3 with a whole menu of delicious shiurim. I’m going to live my day.