Still trying to write–the key word being “trying,” because I’m not getting all that much done. I’m tired. Over the last 2 weeks, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Then I had trouble sleeping coupled with nausea. Now I can sleep, but only have the nausea. Regardless, these aren’t conditions that are optimal for writing.
The gopher mole is still around. I unleashed the dog in the veggie garden, and she had a great bit of fun digging for all the tunnels. It was a big pleasure to watch the dachshund hone in on her instincts, feel totally in her element.
I’m looking around, feeling pleasure, being quiet, finding inspiration when I can.
And so I say hello.
Back to staring at the page.