I grimace at the thoughtless comment I made, eleven hours earlier, when my mental filter temporarily slipped into neutral.
Then I kick myself for watching YouTube's cheesy offerings when I could have been blogging, or emailing my friend after her knee surgery.
With closed eyes, I apologize to God for the prior day's deficits and faux pas, hoping to receive the continued gift of grace.
Upon ending the prayer, I earnestly vow, as God as my witness, to; break my bad habits, double my work output, pay better attention to the fabulous people in my life, and budget my resources better. And, HOLY HUCKLEBERRIES, I SINCERELY MEAN EVERY WORD!
3 a.m. arrives, and with comfortable slumber my brain slips back into default.