Just feel like putting in a little note that not every morning is a bussy thing. Today I feel slow. Like someone dragged me across the room, jumped on me, dragged me back and put me back in bed during the night. I wonder if I’ll ever know about that. Right. Sitting here at work now, trying to reach the usual contacts, getting things done. It ain’t good to feel sleepy, yet productive. Maybe a good email-session will help.