“Fool!” I said to myself. “A quiet morning and the household asleep, and you browsed Facebook for 20 minutes — 20 minutes that could have produced a poem, an insight, an image, a story idea, or a solution.”
“And now you’ve fretted and sulked for five minutes,” my self replied, “five minutes that could have produced a poem, an insight, an image, a story idea, and a solution. Stop beating me up, relax, and look over there.”
I looked. “What’s over there?”
“The way forward,” my self replied. “Come on, old friend, let’s get going.”
