August 21, 2003
All day I told myself, just one more day, then its the weekend. A small chance to recover, recuperate to restore myself. And then a short week and then six days to myself. I can do it, I can make it. The children's story about the little train that could comes to mind. Of course, I promise myself sleep but the chances of my getting significant amounts of sleep are minimal. I am tired in soul, spirit, body and mind, but the economy sucks and it seems that it will be some time before anything significantly changes at the office.