February 16, 2007
This is my makeup day, finally a day later than a single digit, but I still feel the missing of a day. But exhaustion caught up to me and I fell asleep, too incoherent to try again when he woke me. I only managed to remove my contacts, didnít even brush my teeth. Then I slept eleven hours, a rare luxury of no kids this weekend. Even though I was still exhausted, it was one day of focused activity, and I gained some needed time management ideas. A good day but not for writing. Writing waited for Saturday to dawn.