There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called Yesterday and the other is called Tomorrow.
A short wintry interlude in this eternal spring. Could I get a battery indicator, somewhere discretely on the inside of my lower left arm, so that I don't run myself against the walls the next time I think I should be superwoman? Gently flashing in soft pink of green when it's time for a recharge. I am apparently too
stupid stubborn to recognise The Signs.