Another Monday slips past. It seems strange that I have actually kept up with this stream of Monday confessionals for so long. Like pearlized moments of my life strung out into the past. I can see how people get hung up on writing in their diary.

Spring is coming fast to my area, spring comes late to the Cape. You can tell that life is just waiting to erupt. The buds on the trees look like they could explode into green at any moment. If you were to trip and fall next to one you could be showered in life.

With this increase in warmth has come an increase in action. I am very busy. Many irons, many fires. I am trying to start to reel it in a bit. Set a schedule, to bed every night by 11, awake every morning by 6, seems like a good schedule, lets see how long it lasts.

I will be putting up a new story of positive change soon, a good one too, stay tuned for more details. I had better get to sleep if I hope to make that 11pm deadline. Goodnight.