Impetus

I got a great deal done today, but I am so far behind. And I have this ache and this desire to not be doing anything at all and to not be plagued by the fact of it. I yearn for sleep. I am anxious for tomorrow. I am glad to have gotten my fingers into so many messes. I like what I see.

Oscar Wilde said, "In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants. The other is getting it." I have had, perhaps, too much of both and too little of either.

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posted by Mary Forrest at 1:05 AM