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Sleep isn't too off. The last few nights I couldn't sleep until very late. But then I got in a reasonable amount of rest. Food has been skimpy, but food is coming in and I have eaten the last few nights. Medicine is going down rightly. I feel a bit chill, even with the furnace cranked, but... not miserably cold. And... I do handle the cold when I go out into it. But...
I can't seem to write. Comments, posts here, and such, just come out wrong. I erased one because, while I believe what it said, generally, was good, the grammar and such was messed up. I have tried to write a couple of posts today. And while I got the grammar, after some effort, to within tolerances... I couldn't keep on track with the ideas. Worse than usual, if that is one of your issues here, as a reader. Much worse.
I have some appointments coming up. I need to get to the store. I have a lot of things here at home to do, on the back burners. Bleh. I have to be able to untangle myself from the spider webs before I can move though. I'll figure something out before long.
Later.
What I ate isn't moving. I mean... a huge lump in my stomach. Nothing is working well. Not sure what is wrong. I'll try to eat dinner when it arrives. Maybe that will push it all through. Bleh.
Just letting you know you're not in the boat alone. After a fairly productive period I've gone through three days without producing anything I'd call writing.
ReplyDeleteBest not to force it, but delays tend to hang on me like a toothy puppy.
Well, that's good in once sense. Dust in the throat. Good to not be thirsty alone? Not sure, perhaps the cold snap is just settling into the bones? Ah, but you didn't get that. Hmm... but you probably get less light. That might be it.
ReplyDeleteOh, no worries about forcing. As I mentioned, I took something down. That wasn't forced writing, it was reaction writing, but it came out all wrong. I can't force much, right now. Thankfully I am staying awake well enough, if not very constructively. I can't even force myself to eat treats! That's part of how I know it's not good.