You get up too late.  Your brain is fuzzy from oversleeping.  Three cups of coffee don’t seem to put a dent in the fuzz. 

     You hurry and scurry to get things done and still are so far behind you seem to have jumped ahead.

     You feel as though you are running in clay mud.  Yeah, you know what I mean, that sticky, slippery mud in which you can’t make any headway.

     Welcome to my day….