I pause in the midst of my day for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. It is not really a bad Sunday; I just don’t feel up to making a good post. I feel sure my readers will understand or at least forgive. If not, oh well, what the hell, as a wise woman once said (it was my mother).
I got up and ran this morning, managing a better run than yesterday. In fact, the day all around has been a better day. I did some laundry, I did the dishes, I finished a letter and wrote a post card, Steven and I went grocery shopping (I neglected to put cilantro on the list, although I had planned to make salsa), I did some chopping and mixing. I could probably manage a blog post about one of those. Yet, I feel strangely disinclined to do so.
Oh who am I kidding? There is nothing strange about it. I often feel disinclined to make what I call a real blog post, especially on a Sunday. Hence, my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday. This is what comes of a blogger not taking any days off. Would one suggest I make fewer posts per week but make them better? That won’t work for me; I would just stop posting entirely, because nothing would ever been good enough.
That would be no tragedy, you say? You could be right, but it is not a very nice thing to say now, is it? On the other hand, that gives me a reason to have a wrist to forehead moment. Alack and alas! Somebody, somewhere does not want me posting every day! Whatever will I do? Who is this discouraging miscreant? Ah yes, the imaginary critic in my own head. Silly me.
Now I am getting entirely too silly. I shall sign off and get back to enjoying my Sunday. I hope all my readers are having a similarly enjoyable time.