I feel like I literally had a 14 hour day today.

From the moment I sat down at my desk in the morning with cup of coffee in hand I have been reading, editing, writing, and working on something or other, glued to my chair except the occasional breaks to eat and go potty. I also, in the evening rushed on over for 2 huge slices of pie with my new sister and Sammy, but continued to work at their house until I was too exhausted to do anything any longer. But, when I came back home, I took a shower, refreshed my mind and took another crack at some edits that were causing me trouble and finally at a little over half past 11, I called it a day.

I’m thoroughly tired, my eyes hurt, my lips are dry, and all my senses are slightly degenerating into a state of dullness. But I’m happy. I’m happy because I was productive. Because my work helped somebody else today. Because I was using my brain and the gears, gadgets, and lights that compose my neurotic spongy mess were blinking, making noises, and doing something positive.

Mind-less work kills. Mind-full work however, that is what keeps me going.

Btw, I like how you can “hear a smile” when somebody is talking.

Today on npr radio, one of the reporters stumbled on her script and I heard her slight smile as she finished the rest of the news.

Good night folks, I am going to bed.

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