Hard to believe it’s been a week since I’ve written. The calendar showed how I reasonably, understandably occupied these past days. Grandchildcare, church, garden, and even a day of physical malaise, a reason for rest I rarely allow myself. And now at long last I’m back. At work. Departing in the morning and returning in the evening from an actual paying job made it easier to be productive, even on slow days. A person could fritter away a retirement pretty fast, years and years of good, happy, even useful stuff. Then one day I’ll be gumming my morning oatmeal at The Home I’ve been put in, wondering why no book of mine sits on the facility’s library’s shelves.
These past days I missed writing, at least at first. How easy, to miss it less and less. And now today it feels like a chore. Work is a chore, and writing is no different. It would be more fun to be eager to get at it. I postponed today’s work, and moved 15 minutes closer to that bowl of oatmeal in the managed care facility, by deleting nearly 3000 spam comments from the nearly 24,000 this blog accumulated sometime during 2021 when I wasn’t paying attention. My administrator stopped the flow, but I will trash all that spam. I usually do it a little at a time but today that mindless keyboard tapping gave me cover, doing a writing related task without actually writing.
Some energy kicked back in while I edited a third of the words out from the original of this post. It could lose more but for now, it’ll do.