Day 2,447:

There was a pile of stuff I wanted to get through this weekend, but it just didn’t work out that way. I was too tired. Or, at least, I just wanted to rest.

I get like that sometimes. The motivation isn’t there to keep the nose to the grindstone and get the shit done. The extra shit. The shit I don’t have to get done.

I think a lot of that comes from my mom. She really liked to just sit and relax in her off time. Sometimes. Not all the time. She’d have bursts of energy during her off-time, ...