... self-flagellation to get one started in the morning. And that was nothing like a little self-flagellation! (Channeling Groucho Marx)
Maybe it was the guilt. I slept like a dog with a thousand fleas last night and woke up at 6:00 with the feeling that I had a lot of catching up to do. So catching up is what I'm doing. My intent is to go to bed tonight with the feeling that tomorrow can't get any better than today, but intending to try to make it so anyway.