I am having a bad blogging weekend. I fell asleep yesterday (Saturday) without making a post. Then I got up extra early today, thinking, “OK, two posts in a day; I’ve done that before.” But I didn’t do it. Call it no discipline, call it a bad headache (which I had, but it’s gone now, thank heaven!), call be a big fat loser, or just shake your head (or your finger, or your booty). Where was I? Ah yes, self-flagellation. Bad, bad blogger me!
Why does that feel as whiny as my complaints about not feeling able to write? Oh dear, I was wrong to try to attempt this. Apparently nothing useful will come out of my brain today.
I had some things to write about, and even some pictures in mind to share. But all I wanted to do today was lounge around and read a Victoria Holt novel. I made a pot of chicken soup, after dragging myself to the grocery store for ingredients and other necessities (twice, in fact, because I forgot my purse the first time). And I knitted while we watched a couple of movies we had DVR’d.
Mostly I spent the day feeling down, down, down. These things happen, of course. One cannot spend all one’s time being up, up, up. Even up, down, up can get a little tiring. Sometimes the you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more. In the meantime, I wanted to make at least one blog post over Saturday and Sunday. Accordingly, I picked up my Tablet and stylus and…
Typing one letter at a time, even utilizing the sometimes accurate and often amusing predictive text, was just not cutting it for me. So I switched over to the laptop. Where things did not seem to go much better. I just re-read what I have typed so far, and I am not proud of myself. However, it is over 300 words. I comfort myself with the thought that no life is wasted: you can always stand as a bad example. I am sure that must also be true of blog posts.