I'd love to find out why... the myster, the stumbling block, the effervescence of:
Why is it Tuesday I can get up. Same side of the bed. Same face in the mirror. My shoes still fit. Yes. It's definitely me. Not my sister, or my neighbor. It's me. Hello me.
I turn on the computer and sit ready to write but it's flat. Like Coke gets. No matter what I write it's - well let's say you'd be better off going outside and plant weeds.
Wednesday I get up. Same face in the mirror. Same side of the bed. Shoes still fit.
Had a horrible Tuesday and expect to throw it all out and start again. And there it is. The magic. The overnight recovery. It flows like the Niagara. And really works and,
I could have danced all night.