A new day. A new chance to succeed.

Long night. Groggy morning. Cobwebs slow to make way for the day in progress. The sun got up before I did.

Time and tide.

Feels like my tide is out today. Mud flats as far as I can see. Stinking and heavy.

Perhaps it's my brain telling me something.

I can't decide if it's telling me to wait for the tide to rise or reminding me that the only time you can dig clams is when the tide is out.

Seems I have a choice to make.

May you make good choices

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