This day will not end.

Woke up early this morning. Instead of the usual sensation, tantamount to the reticence of a soldier to leave his bunker in the middle of a heavy shelling, I felt good. Cognizant. Don't know why.

I don't remember tossing and turning for an hour last night. Must've fallen asleep pretty quickly. Don't know how.

Got into work, no fires to fight. The delivery that I was expecting to get here next Monday showed up yesterday on my day off. All's well. Been here for what seems like ages, and it's not even noon yet. It feels like this day will not end.