Some days, you won't.
Dr. Seuss was good. Dr. Seuss was wise.
This is the day I won't. Again. I'm still reeling a little from new psychoex weirdness that resulted in a restraining order, then even more weirdness on serving the thing. I'm told that reeling is an appropriate response. It's been somewhat traumatic . And all that goes with.
Add to that a couple of wicked colds for Orion and me and a printer that suddenly died this morning and you've got a day when it
just isn't happening.
I wasted a couple of hours trying to force myself to punch through it. Then I messaged the people who were waiting on things and asked them to wait a little longer. Better at least than spinning wheels the whole day. Now simple things and rest.
I've discovered my favorite cold med is Ferrara Pan RED HOTS. The classics stay with us for a reason.
Don't forget to speak up: Important.
At sunset, I did manage to catch the light playing with my toys. So I know I'm still in here, somewhere. Orion is coughing again. I'm off.