My body is smarter than me.

Sometimes I know I have to wake up early to get enough done during the day. Sometimes I'm too tired to wake up when I need to. Last week, my sick week, I made myself get up anyway, and my work wasn't very good because I was too tired to do it well. This week, my body has decided when it will wake up, regardless of my alarms. And I've been rested, albeit an hour behind my scheduled work list, and my work has been good. So, wake up early and get all your work done, but poorly? Or wake up an hour later and get most of your work done, but done well? I can't decide.

It's essential to love the place you live in. Not the outside or the whole house or the country or city, but the room or desk or bed or whatever space gets to be your very own. That's been a big thing for me this year, my own space. I never realized how important it was and is to me. But I'm a spatial person, a spatial dreamer, a spatial writer, a spatial liver. And I love my room. I even love my house, my kitchen, my front steps, my park, my lane of take-aways, my shop around the corner, my campus, my libraries, my town, my country. If you love them, a part of you belongs to them, and a part of them belongs to you.