It's really quite note-worthy of how awake one can be one morning and how absolutly not, another. I fine tuned a song on my guitar and cut branches that were hiding the garbage can outside. I spent an hour perfecting an email, did the sink of dishes, dusted things up high and had the urge to swim in the pool. All before 8:30 am. My creative juices do flow. Today. But tommorrow? I may as well don a cap of slothery and climb into a bed of lazy leaves. Two upbeat days in a row? Sheesh, who am I kidding but myself. But I do kid myself because I am more of one then a sloth. At least for now. And longterm I do thank my pops for that one. And shorterm I just look at Life in the eyes and smile, knowing that from it, I get everything I have. I get the happiness that gives me the energy to do what I do in the morning.