After weeks of burning the candle at both ends I hit the wall. Which sucks because I need at least another week before I can take any kind of time to myself.
I didn’t let that stop me yesterday however. I did nothing. I curled up on the couch and watched TV all day, between dozing on and off that is.
Most mornings, starting around 4am when the cat wakes me up, I have this narrative in my head about what the post of the day will be. I still have that but bringing myself to the computer to write it does not seem to be there. I have several posts that I want to write, and I will, but I need to get some stuff accomplished outside of the internet, outside of my house as a matter of fact.
I don’t want to do them. I don’t want to do anything.
But I will, I will get my mojo back. I’m not depressed, I’m just exhausted.