I’m battling my alter ego (or just ego) regarding consistency. Today is a public holiday in my neck of the planet, and I don’t want to get out of bed. I feel an arrogant sense of entitlement. I’m usually out by 6:00 to go to work. It’s now 8. I ain’t movin’. I gonna stay put. And I’m reading and typing this under 5 piles of blankets. …………ok, ok, I’ll get up.
LoL, thanks for the holiday morning pep talk. As my dad used to tell me, the weekend is no different from any other part of the week. Do. Your. Work.