Snow—rain showers—sunshine—snow—one day of Spring in Colorado. To top off the crazy weather, I’m fighting a bronchial thing in my chest. This is not good timing — to be sure. I’m leaving for a long drive and a week with my grandsons. I’m trying to get through the re-writes and errata on the novel, there is a mere ton of yard work to do, and I feel like ____ (fill in the blank.) Why oh why? I haven’t been down with something like this in years. My housemate kindly made me ginger-lemon-honey tea. Hoping that helps.
I’ve been trying to take a nap. I remember taking naps in the past. Why has that become impossible for me to do now? Especially when I’m sick. Is it the un-done novel work in front of me? It will all get done in due time. I know that. Sleeping seems to have become something from my memory. I remember naps as restorative and invigorating if they were short – ten to twenty minutes. Now I lay there thinking of all that needs to be done.
The upshot is, this blog is going to be short. My brain has shut down output, even if the eyes won’t close. The sheep are jumping over my bed at warp speed. I’ll catch you again in a few days. In the meantime, here’s to April showers so we can have some May flowers.