This isn't a whine...or maybe it is, I don't know.

I was just wondering if I'll EVER get my mind around the concept of having a shorter day than most of the rest of the world? I'm talking about "usable" hours.

It takes me an hour or two to pull it together physically in the morning, between MS and arthritis mostly, and then I have anywhere from three to five "good" hours (relatively speaking) before things start going downhill.

Somewhere along the line I started thinking of 3 p.m. as the end of the day, even though I'm still technically up for another five or six hours. By 5:00, I'm circling the drain.

Even though I made/make the conscious choice to accept life as it is and adapt to it as graciously as I can, almost every day I catch myself thinking, "What? I'm STILL broken??"