I'm no Scrooge, but my subconscious is worried about me anyway.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time...." William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5 Scene 5 Today I'm just grateful the sun came out. Because if it hadn't I might have spent another day in bed. God, I hate January. It drags on … Continue reading Thankful Thursday: Good day, Sunshine