I’m having one of those days where the ideas are coming, but they are flitting over the surface of my mind like mayflies, and as soon as I fix on one, it dies. Then another pops up in it’s place. If I could capture what was in my head without use of the keyboard or pen… it would be a mess. Part of this could be attributed to needing more coffee. Mostly, it’s that I have been tired all week. One day of bad sleep cascades, and I’m struggling to catch up but still get everything done. Eh. I will eventually. This weekend, maybe. My First Reader has been making noises about too much scheduled on weekends. But it’s the only time I have to get anything done! During the week I come home and barely have the energy to do the minimums.
I keep telling myself this will get better. I will adjust to the routines, my body will improve if I can get more in shape (if I can find time for the exercise necessary). It can’t just stagger onward like this.
Or maybe it can. I hope not. It’s a long road I have in front of me, and I’m tired.
It’s just that some days the mayflies emerge and my head is full of a buzzing cloud of shimmering wings and shifting thoughts. Could be worse. Could be cicadas. Or mosquitoes.