I try to write down my day's agenda early in the morning, before anything could've possibly happened to alter The Plan. I love a good plan, and it throws me off to have it wrecked before 10 a.m. So today's 8 a.m. migraine was especially resented.
Instead of catching up on the laundry, mopping the kitchen floor, and doing lessons, I informed everybody it was a Whispering Day and then walked around with my eyes deeply squinted, feeling irritated and crabby that my plans were grounded.
By afternoon I was still not feeling like myself, so after half-heartedly starting one load of laundry, I rummaged in the fridge for something to make a decent meal and returned a phone call. That was the entire sum of my efforts today.
Not all days work out according to The Plan, but perhaps that's what makes each morning's new mercies even better. Here's to tomorrow!