To work, to work, and I glance upwards at blanched grey sky. Why isn’t it still dark, I whisper inside my head, why can’t I spring out of bed early enough to blitz the day in bliss over a full morning? Surely I must do better tomorrow.
Happiness: 10 Years of Day-on-Day Obsession
To work, to work, and I glance upwards at blanched grey sky. Why isn’t it still dark, I whisper inside my head, why can’t I spring out of bed early enough to blitz the day in bliss over a full morning? Surely I must do better tomorrow.