Flat brain day

My brain feels flat today. Like popped balloon pancake flat. I have quiet a few things I need to get done but I really don’t want to do anything.

I could have another cup of coffee or force myself to work but I that is what I always do. It is a windy day outside with clouds racing across the sky. My daughter didn’t go to school today because neither her nor I slept well last night.

(Yes I am a horrible parent. I let my kid stay home because she was tired. I did send the other kid to school though. I don’t know if that makes things better or not.)

I think what I will do is go take a nap. Just a short one. Then I will take a walk with my daughter, sit on the porch with a cup of tea, and then I will get busy on all of the things I need to accomplish.

The plan is to gently re-inflate my brain rather than forcing the flat tire to keep rolling.

Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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