I'm tired. You know those sort of days. You want nothing more on your responsibility plate than to take care of basic needs like eating and sleeping and if you had your druthers, you'd sleep because eating is too much work.
So, what do you do? I usually end up taking a mini-nap or crawl beneath a blanket on my bed and read. Right now I'm reading The Finishing School by Dick Couch. One thing struck me. Some military special operations schools are meant to force people out, to see who will quit and who will give the unit more than 100%.
On these sleepy days, I think about people I respect, people who don't quit. They encourage me to keep slugging uphill, to steal my thirty winks and then get back at it...the business of writing and editing and entertaining readers. Nothing I do can touch what the men in special ops do. Makes my whining insignificant. So, I'll take my tiny nap and despite how tired I believe I am, I'll get back to my job at hand and work at making a little difference in someone's life.