So I guess it’s going to be a regular thing, making Sunday’s post early Monday morning. I don’t even have a lame excuse. I was awake, I was at home. I just did not want to pick up the Tablet or go to the computer and type. I am having all kinds of trouble with all kinds of writing. I can’t even finish a letter! I know, poor, poor, pitiful me. Go ahead and play the miniature violin or otherwise poke fun. I deserve it.
On the other hand, maybe yesterday was a supreme Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Picture me, if you will, swooned in distress upon a chaise lounge, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist to my forehead. It was all just too, too much for me.
As a matter of fact, I was on the couch, and full disclosure; I wasn’t even swooned. I was watching movies with my husband, and it really would have made a great Sunday Cinema post. I must ask myself, what’s my problem?
And I have to answer: I do not know, but it seems I do have one. For example, I could be searching pictures now and making that Sunday Cinema Post. But I’m not. Perhaps what I need to do is to stop worrying about what my problem is and learn to write despite it. That’s the plan for today. We’ll see how well it works out when I make my Monday post later today (I HOPE not tomorrow morning, but no promises).