words today: 143
words total: 12,422

I think I’m getting sick. A real sickness, not a general, Victorian-esque malaise. My throat feels funny, my eyes are tired, and I’m still overall tired. I tried to take a nap this afternoon, but my brain wouldn’t shut up and I couldn’t sleep. Blah. Blah blah blah. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow. If I’m sick, then I’m sick and I’ll stay on the sofa under a blanket (which is where I’ve been tonight) and watch silly movies, and I’ll have the laptop if I really want to write. However, I’ll also be pissed off, because tomorrow is the soap-making workshop I have been majorly looking forward to.

So, to take a brief meander back to the past…

Wednesday I had a chiro appt that was lovely indeed, and then I took myself to the beach and went for a short walk, punctuated by plopping down in the sand, closing my eyes, and just experiencing the rush of the waves, the unique ocean scent (which is more than just salt, but is otherwise hard to describe), and the breeze. It was probably about 70°, and the sun was sinking in the west, and It Was Good.

I had written almost 750 words before my appt, and was quite chuffed about that, and assumed that I’d do more when I got home. For whatever reason(s), which I don’t remember now, I obviously didn’t. Grrr.

Thursday, I woke up enthusiastic and energetic, and intended to get right to writing and get it done early and then have the rest of the day to do whatever I felt like. However, my energy got sidetracked into house cleaning and straightening (why yes, I do have PME, why do you ask? ). I spent a goodly amount of time on the sofa, Afalwen open on my lap, staring at the china cabinet and talking myself out of washing all the china and rearranging it in a more pleasing, artful way. In hindsight, I probably should have gone ahead and done it; I would have felt accomplished and comforted, rather than sitting and realising I hadn’t, in fact, written more than 25 words total. (I’m including those few words in today’s count, which is in itself rather pitiful.)

Today, well…I think I’m sick. Blah.