Beyond the Obvious Reasons

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.

"You want me to be brilliant again?  Um . . . can it wait until tomorrow?"

“You want me to be brilliant again? Um . . . can it wait until tomorrow?”

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.