The brain works in sluggish ways, sometimes. Creative stuff gets thrown to the wayside. It’s a mess. I’m a mess. Stuff needs to get done, but that ain’t happening. How I loathe that. Hopefully today will be better. I promise to push away distractions and get ish done. At least a few pages of something.
Somewhere the allergies will calm down soon. They started up high. Gotta get them down to calm. Waking to coughing, burning, watery eyes stinks.