Today feels like a day of rest. I woke up early, cried several times in bed before the alarm went off, and have been desperately trying to find something about which to write.
And . . . I’m coming up zeros.
What I wanted to write about it going to take some time, and right now I don’t have that time. In fact, I’m sort of running out of time to get anything done this morning, what with feeling like my brain is in a lock-down and everything needs to be forced to the surface with a cattle prod.
Not a good time of things, let me tell you.
So I think I’ll wait until tonight to get out the post I wanted to do today, mainly because working on it will keep me awake and give me something to do. And when it starts getting dark outside, and I start getting sleepy, having something to do is usually a good thing.
So, for the first time in like, um, maybe three years, I’m not going to make my five hundred word blog post count. A couple of hundred, sure, but not a lot beyond that. You’re on your own today, so enjoy the weather while I get ready to walk across town in something closer to ten below zero wind chills.
Thinking about a story all the while, too.