I'm not feeling my best. I feel like I'm working very hard and not getting anywhere. You understand, friends, like when the washing machine is running all day and there is still a giant pile of dirty clothes in the evening. That feeling. I would fret about this but I can look back in my archives and see that I felt the exact same way last April. And that is the very best thing about blogging. I take that back. The very best thing about blogging is having friends who know what I'm talking about.
It will pass. But I'm getting up even earlier this week for some quiet work (and think) time.