Today I got the carrot seedlings in the ground, but I attempted a watercolor of Kid A and it went horribly awry.
I cleaned off the school shelf, but I didn't put the books back in the book box.
I smiled and talked with Isaac, but I didn't hang the laundry on the line.
I edited my novel a bit, but I can't figure out what to do with another project I'm working on.
I'm full of dreams, self doubt, hope, and fear. I feel trust and worry. I look forward to tomorrow, and I can barely handle today.