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.
Oh no! You know what you’re allowed to do on those days? Take the day OFF! Don’t comment on anyone’s blog, don’t write a post, just take the day off because that means everything you write the next day will be that much better.
Aww, dangit, I wanted to see you in your sweats, big blue shirt, and slippers!
Fear not, my dear, this too shall pass. 🙂
Hey Marv wanted to have me make sure and invite you to his blog today if ya got a sec. I’m guest hosting and got a fun little twisted storytelling game goin on you might enjoy. (wink)
The Old Silly’s Alter Ego
Consider yourself lucky. I don’t suffer from RBS, because…well…the obvious: gotta have one for it to be restless. Sigh. Mine’s just missing. It does make the world simpler, however. No nuance, no shade of gray, just plain vanilla, white bread, and water. It could be worse.
Best Regards, Galen
Imagineering Fiction Blog
I suffer a lot from restless brain syndrome + that storm had me on edge too!
Looking forward to seeing the spruced up site, and ready to help any time you need it.
I’ve got that restless brain syndrome, too. I should just get up and write, although I fear nothing coherent would result.
I’ll be foggy all day, having been more or less awake since 3 AM.
I don’t know why, but it makes me feel better to know I’m not the only one to suffer from occasions of sluggish brain cells!
Your description of your wardrobe leads me to believe we think in similar patterns! Around here this outfit is known as Mom’s “ugly clothes” and usually signifies that mom is not for public consumption today.
Love your honesty! I haven’t written much in days – we’re going through a heat wave and I’m far too busy melting into a puddle or oozing about like a large sponge.
Elspeth
Good morning, Elizabeth,
Brain fog seems to have lifted somewhat, but a little sunshine outside would certainly help the cause. Not used to all this dreariness in Colorado.
I did find a good scenic photo in my collection that should spruce up the banner and Carolyn has shown me how to work with it. Now it’s a matter of taking the time to finish the job. Maybe this weekend…
Too funny! I’m glad I’m not the only one, Patricia.
I’ll be curious to see your new blog, after it’s all pimped up with Photoshop.
Elizabeth
Mystery Writing is Murder