Six hours into the new year, and nothing has changed yet. It’s dark out; that’s the first thing I’d like to change. First resolution: make the days longer. It can’t take that much will power to stretch the daylight by, say, thirty seconds or a minute every day. Then all it takes is steady application, and by October, it’ll be daylight maybe twenty hours a day.
I made coffee. whole bean so I had to find a grinder with my eyes closed. Disaster averted. I had a series of unpleasant dreams last night but they are all slipping away. Lisa? I’ll text her. I shouldn’t bother trying to write first thing in the morning. The keyboard is a menace.
I think I’ll try to get to work by eight, not that there will be much to do. The coffee was a little weak, I can have coffee there, but I probably drink enough of it at home.
Half past six and it’s no less dark out than before. I should really do something about that.
