Near the beginning of Thinking Fast and Slow, the author points out how difficult it is to be creative when under copious amounts of stress. I appeal to that knowledge in defense of my lack of writing.
I had planned to write at least one short post each day until my 50th birthday. Then I got the flu and a terrible cold and was laid up for several days. By laid up I mean I was in bed trying not to move lest I puke. I hate puking. I mean, anything but puking. *wimper*
That was all well and good for my writing, because I had nothing else I could do.
Then, I got somewhat better and, well, the proverbial piper came about for payment. As I didn’t fancy him running off with my kids, I have been doing homework and playing catch-up for the last week.
But, I’m sort of mostly caught up. I just have to keep focused on my Calculus, and get refocused on my Chemistry, and I’ll be fine. There’s another class in there, but it is honestly so boring that I forget I even have it. I’m trying to convince myself that I enjoy an easy A, but we all know that is a lie. I have to work for it or I hate it.
And, with that, it’s 5:15am so I probably should go do some Calculus homework.