No sleep, miss DH.
Cold shower, broken heater.
Actually, I’m getting pretty comfortable with the no-sleep thing, since DH left. The trick, it seems, is you have to get up super early. I can’t stay up until 5 and wake up 9, but I can go to sleep at 1 and wake up 5. (Or go to sleep at 3 and wake up at 5, in this case.)
Oh my gosh. Not again. Another nonsense post. Maybe I should just stop posting until Monday, when I can turn the writing brain back on.
Okay, here’s something useful: an inspiring interview with Will Smith, from Reader’s Digest. Skip the bits about marriage. Here’s a tidbit (I didn’t quote some good bits, so check out the link, if you can):
RD: Do you get tired of pushing?
Smith: Not yet. There is no pain worse than not achieving a dream when it is your fault. If God did not want you to have it, that is one thing. But if you do not get what you desire because you are lazy, there is no pain worse than that.
RD: Have you always been a runner?
Smith: I started about five years ago. Running introduces you to your worst enemy, to that person who tells you, "Ooh, our ankles hurt and we should stop. Why do we need to run five miles? Let us run three." (...) If you start giving in to that person, you will never get to your goals.
(That seemed a lot better when I first read and bookmarked it. Huh.)