Sometimes I'll lay in bed and think about what I'm going to do tomorrow. I'll make a plan in my mind. When morning comes I'll find myself immersed in a task that wasn't part of the plan at all. It happens a lot. It's to the point where it's laughable. I'll be painting a piece of wood, or fiddling with something and think, this isn't what I planned for the day.
I've accepted the fact that I have no idea what I'm going to do tomorrow. I think I know what I'm going to do tomorrow, but I don't. Nobody does.
