Shifting

I hit the floor in drive to tick off things:
the puzzles, Duolingo, more, implore
due time from me, until set schedule brings
me showered dressed & ready out my door.
From 6 until 11, I’d before
me motivation and a bid to move.
When finally I walk outside I’m sore,
but feel accomplished as my thoughts improve.

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