This week’s efforts have been doomed by sleep. Every time I sit down–to watch television, to write, to eat–I fall asleep. I feel okay. For example, I’m not coughing until parts of my respiratory system feel as if they’ve been attacked by sandpaper and I can breathe, always good.
But every ounce of creativity has fallen asleep as well. In addition, my fingers can no longer find the correct home keys which means you’d need to be a cryptologist to read what I write..
Hope to be back next week.