I'm finding right now that I'm drawing many blanks. I stare down things on my to-do list and just can't do them.
It's not that I'm not getting lots done. I am. I'm always busy. I never stop working. It's 8:40, I haven't eaten dinner yet and it's the first moment I've had to write—it's been a day of nonstop stuff.
None of it for me.
Writing is for me but I can't seem to do that lately. An errant thought floats by but I lose it before it turns into something. I'm planning meetings well into November but can't think of what to do in the next 5 minutes.
I've got a middle school party to plan decorations for and I've got nothing.
I know I have a whole list of these but I'm too lost to even get them out of my head and onto the keyboard.
Right now the Giants are on, Gracie's sitting on my lap with the squeakiest football ever produced, Jack' obsessing about spy cameras and I can't think.
But that's ok.
Perhaps I'll try having thoughts tomorrow.