I woke up this morning. That’s kind of a miracle, you know. There is no law anywhere in the universe which says that “Art gets to wake up tomorrow.” So I count each day as a blessing and I make the best of it. Well, to be more precise, I do the best I can each moment of each day. I don’t pretend that that is the best that I could theoretically do with each day. But I figure that every day that I wake up is another chance to try doing my best.
I am not alone in recognizing the simple act of waking up as something special. We Jews actually have a prayer for it, said the very first thing in the morning.
