I’m having a hard time writing today. Someone who loves me called and asked me if I was doing okay, I think, because of my writing. It would be easier to brush that off if this was the first time someone had asked me if I was okay, you know, because of my writing. Well, shoot, now I have to figure out how to listen to what lies beneath that. I am okay, but, also I may be a bit of a introspective dork and it’s catching up with me. Anyway, I am going to be just like Muppet here and shut off my brain, let it cook a bit on a back burner, pick it up tomorrow. And be okay.
Day 50