The day started out pretty well, even though it began with less than six hours of sleep, at 4:40 a.m.
I got up at 5:30 and did all the good-girl things first: I wrote, I ate breakfast, I took time to admire the beautiful sky and its hazy crescent moon.
I made a huge effort to be patient with the near-constant interruptions from the ongoing work on the house. It destroyed my concentration and stole more than three very unpaid hours from the peak part of my work day.
I was distracted by the roiling waves of bad news crashing on my computer screen. A train wreck I can’t seem to look away from.
By 7:30 p.m. I was defeated. I failed to complete anything I set out to do today.
They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn.
Today’s penny is a 2013 because in a week, prepared or not, I’ll be training 13 journalists in Pakistan, long-distance.