This morning I was only partially sleeping, hoping that when I finally awoke it would be later...a little past three. Still, I felt in little shape to get up, although I did and promptly brewed some coffee. I ran in place for ten minutes, dutifully writing the time down in my spiral notebook. The temperature in the house is leaning to the cold side, and before long my plan is to reset it for 'cool' and return to bed and my barking, excited Daisy. It now being Tuesday morning the 10th of March, I foresee no new Rob Dial podcast for today...maybe Huberman or Rohn will produce another episode. My hope with fitness is to cover the backyard with walking more efficiently. I'd like to be able to write that I read more pages in the vicious, frustrating Khan fantasy book...not looking forward to enjoying it, though, with the anger of its main characters resembling that of the TV series Grey's Anatomy. Just thank you for this day you provided me, Lord, and may I live it out more responsibly and graciously. Let's celebrate a small victory...I got up and stayed up! Maybe later on I'll get Melissa to help me start up (and move) the white Camry. May I avoid getting myself caught up in digging for dopamine, and allow boredom to grow my good habits and character. It's not quite four yet, and I still remember the times 55 years ago when I had decided to arise before dawn in order to begin my school day in a wise, positive manner. In a way, this is one of those kinds of days...
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