This morning, I ate breakfast on the porch, enjoying what little bit of warmth fall has left to offer.
Neufchatel cheese spread on graham crackers with a generous sprinkle of cinnamon. I’ll buy coffee out today.
But mornings like this morning make me wonder why sometimes I can get an entire day’s worth of work accomplished in just a few hours? By 10 a.m. today, I’d already gotten more work done than I did all day yesterday.
I wonder if it would be better to try to work at a more even pace?