My father used to say that there were three parts to every day and that it was hopeless to try to use all three parts. One-third of it has to be a down time, not depressed-down but rest-down. I was too young when I first heard him say that, usually when we were on vacation, driving somewhere or stopping a day or two to sight-see or something. What he said didn’t mean anything to me. I wanted to do everything and couldn’t see any point in resting.

I still write in my diary “What Next?” But the answer to that is “A Nap.”

And right now, the answer is “Bed.”

Tomorrow is Next.