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Good morning.

16 March 2025

I think I'll start going for walks as soon as I wake up in the morning. Maybe it will help me feel more alert when I come here to start writing to you. I'll begin tomorrow. Tomorrow always seems like the perfect time to tackle anything. When tomorrow becomes today, there’s always another tomorrow waiting just beyond. It's funny how time works, isn’t it? Every present moment is but an ephemeral flicker, disappearing before you can fully grasp it, leaving only memories of what once happened around you. Speaking of time, I forgot to mention—you can't do anything yesterday. If you could, it would already be done. Have I managed to confuse you yet? Because I think I’m doing a pretty good job confusing myself!

"Thus, we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us." - William Shakespeare

"How did it get so late so soon?" - Dr. Seuss