I know that I get anxious on waking when the day has no particular order to it and I have a great deal to do. Most of it is for some date in the future, but with much complicated (to me) preparation involved, all of which I have to do. There is no timetable except that which I put in place. I could spend the day in bed. Or I could leap to attention at half past seven because I had made a plan the day before but, not having done that, and not giving in to the day in bed, I take the middle path and start the day anxious, but upright.
Meaning, you cry. What about meaning? In order to make any progress today, I have to create meaning. I have to say to myself, Create meaning! That is the way forward. What is the purpose of today? When you have found that out, write it down in your diary, and all will be well. And so, with a quick glance in the mirror to check that the moustache thing was only a dream, I write down