...better?

Today is a better day, I think. But today I hate the rain. I really need sustained sunlight and New England is not the best place for that.
I want to feel better. I want to feel productive. At the moment, I'm preoccupied with cleaning out the gunk from my soul. That counts as productive, right? Maybe, but it doesn't make me money. Unless you are a philosopher, no one got paid to figure out the soul.
Today will be ok.