I could be writing.
Notions, if you will.
Some, I make notes on. Others, I’m sure that I could never forget.
Then, I forget.
But instead of writing, I’m struggling with my enemies: Binge TV and wine.
Because I will go to bed soon. It’s either a little wine – very little, as I was otherwise engaged until about 4 AM – or a couple melatonin, which I affectionately call Mellies.
Maybe I’ll write tomorrow, aka: later today. Maybe it won’t be until next week…but I’m thinking about it.
Things are brewing and percolating.
So, y’all be calm. I love that you message and text with encouragement or well-being checks when I don’t post for five-plus days.
Truth be told, I miss it, too.
So, it’s coming.
<shut up, Diezel>
Give me a couple more days to get my shit together. And, thank you all.