Ah, what a difference a good sleep makes.

Last night I finally made the zombie-walk to bed somewhere around 12:30, 1 AM. I don’t know, it was about two hours after I meant to go to bed. I was feeling depressed, overwhelmed, drained, worried. All kinds of mean nasty things.

I didn’t really sleep well, I kept waking up thinking it was time to get moving and would realize it had only been 45 minutes or an hour since I last checked the time. Hmmph.

This morning I went for a run, finally out the door right at 6 AM. The moon was setting when I left, big and bright and the sky was clear. As I finished the run and was walking back to the apartment, the sky in the east was getting lighter and turning colors that might inspire easter eggs.

And I felt a thousand percent better. I don’t know why, it just happened, and for that I’m thankful.

Have a good Friday, y’all.