I've slipped onto a slippery slope of schedule-lessness. My days and nights are not planned at all. I'm just running from urgent event to urgent event, hoping not to disrupt things along the way. Bad me.
Now that I'm old I really should take better care of myself. With that in mind, I am expecting to get it together and live my life more pleasantly, instead of in a rush all the time.
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