I have writer’s block! Get me out of the jail that is my brain.
I just banged out a political rant and it is so badly written and choppy that it got thrown in the incinerator. Metaphorically. Possibly literally if this computer keeps annoying me.
So I have nothing in the form of entertainment or wit, but I do have this adorable picture of me and the man who lights all my fires and starts all my smiles. We took this on our recent vacation, which was lovely. I got to relax this vacation.
I got to relax.
And READ BOOKS.
My kids are old enough that they don’t need me every second of the day. And I got to LAY DOWN.
Also? I saw brown stuff smeared on my gym tag the other day and I wiped it off without thinking twice. It never occurred to me that it could be anything other than chocolate. Do you know what this means?