Well, deu to various factors (the ticket on Virgin to Reagan National is twice as much, for instance, at the late date which I chose to buy the ticket) I’m having sort of an open-jaw flight, coming in to Dulles and leaving from Baltimore; at least they’re pretty nonstop, though there’s a lot to be said for trying to be … realistic? Humble? Proud? I dunno. I’m behind on my sleep and that’s starting to affect everything.
Accident? Sleep deprivation. Recklessness? Crabbiness? Impaired judgment? Sleep, sleep, sleep. I dunno. I don’t think I can keep up with all everything as life is taking it; there’s nothing worse than thinking you’ve got something under control, only to find out that no, not so much, you’re sprialing out of it. What can help? What would make it better? Sleep and time. Perhaps a bit of humility to replace the unfounded optimism of whatever my thoughts are telling me is okay.
What can we do? The answer is clear. Let’s start tonight.