I work Saturdays through Wednesdays, mostly evenings, so the waves of slight depression begin churning about this time every Saturday morning. Back to work already? What did I accomplish on my days off? I get so many big ideas in my head, like this “do what’s important every day” thing, only to find my enthusiasm peter out after a short while. It’s the story of my life in many ways. I get all fired up about something, then make some grand declaration about how I’m going to put my new realization into action, like when Homer Simpson vows to “live life to the fullest” after his brush with blowfish poisoning. Well, in short order Homer is back on the sofa watching bowling on TV and stuffing his face with pork rinds. And me, well, I’m back to staring at the computer screen for way too long, while my guitar and meditation bench and books and spanish tapes and weight set and most of my other “best intentions” collect another layer of dust. Mmm, dust…