I've been quiet for a few days, mostly because I've been tired.
I don't write for a living, so blogging is a slow, deliberate activity, and one that has to happen after the kids are done with of a night. That's never before 9:30 and, since I get up around 6:20 of a morning, by that time of night I'm getting tired enough to be fit for little more than reading the short and funny blog entries for the day, perhaps posting the odd (very odd) comment. Writing, for me, don't come easy.
Last week, too, I was preoccupied with things personal. Us introverts tend to withdraw at such times.
BUT, he said happily, this morning I struggled to consciousness after a miserable, broken night's sleep -- autumn is the worst time for allergies and I can't sleep when I can't breathe. And behold, my pickled brain was buzzing, albeit sluggishly, with things to say.
Except that, being Sunday, I filled my day with kid stuff and cooking and a short sleep and sitting in the garden and thinking, and now it's late again, and I'm tired again.
10:31:19 PM 
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