I already wrote a post called “When in Doubt, Eat Ice Cream.” That is the situation I am in now. I got nuthin’ and I’m about to eat ice cream, hoping it will help.
This time I only got three sentences typed before the ice cream was ready. It worked better last time. At least the ice cream tasted pretty good.
I am still having the damnedest time writing anything. In fact, I am having a difficult time doing anything. My entire being just wants to sit and stare into space. Or better yet, lie down and stare at the ceiling. Maybe at the television. I think I could bestir myself to the point of reading a really trashy paperback.
And THAT was when our wi-fi quit. I don’t properly understand technology, as regular readers (if any) know. We are apparently back on-line now. If only it was so easy to get my brain in gear!
Oh, I can’t publish this.
I typed in the above before I had to hurry away to a committee meeting for Ilion Little Theatre. It is a committee exploring online ticket sales. Full disclosure: I had a couple of glasses of Pinot Noir during the meeting. I figured, we drink during ILT dinner meetings, why not a little libation during a committee meeting?
So it turns out I can so publish this. The crappy posts continue! A warning: it may not get much better tomorrow. I have a performance of Much Ado About Nothing at six, so I will be leaving my house before five. Oh dear, how embarrassing. Unfortunately, I do not see how I can avoid it. We’ll call this a Wuss-out Wednesday, and I am going to hit Publish.