It's early morning, coffee ration nearly depleted until I get to the hospital and make some more. I've felt tired of late, not ill, just worn out and not motivated. It shows in the office where charts have begun to accumulate and partially completed projects don't seem to get fully completed. I've begun marking the completable tasks on my daily list and have focused a little more on checking them off so they don't keep getting carried over from one day to the next.

Some of the simplest tasks like exercising and eating judiciously have proven the most intractable. Some of my writing tasks remain in limbo, particularly the difficult ones. Next week I depart from the St. Francis hospital, ostensably to create time away from urgent toward important. I think that will happen.