Last evening I was trying to come up with a post topic for today, and all I really wanted to do was go take another nap. After two nights in a row of disturbed sleep (the first caused by restless brain syndrome and the second due to a fierce midnight thunderstorm that left my nerves jangled for hours), I wasn't on top of my game.
Friend Carolyn had tried to walk me through some Photoshop tools to help prep a new banner for my blog and website, but sluggish brain cells sabotaged that effort for the day. After a trip to the grocery store, I went home, ate lunch, called my mom, and went to bed. I slept for an hour before another storm rolled in and woke me up again. The hubby, meanwhile, was feeling fit as a fiddle, happily storm-watching and playing computer games.
I dragged myself downstairs to read and comment on a few blogs (downstairs because my laptop is so much faster than my desktop and right then I needed fast). Slumped over the keyboard, typing away, I wondered if any of my comments made sense. It was obvious it was only going to get worse. If I didn't get today's blog written before I stopped to eat and watch the news, the blog post probably wouldn't happen until mid-day Thursday. And that's why you're getting another rambling glimpse into my (non)writing life.
There should be a picture inserted here showing me at my worst in my sweats, big blue shirt, and slippers (not a pretty sight), but the hubby took off to play bridge before I thought of it. It's probably best.
I'll be back tomorrow with something writerly and bookish.