I had a run of a mill, terrible weekend. I slept all day, and about all night. No productivity whatsoever. I am going to blame fatigue for my disappearance, but congratulate determination for my return to writing and shining. So the cloudy days has passed and the sun is out.
There will be trouble around the corner,
There will be an itch you have to scratch,
But there will be brighter days tomorrow,
Even though yesterday felt like trash.
Question: Can tomorrow be different from today?