I sit here and type. It is the first day after my company has left. I had a wonderful time, but it was also a little crazy, staying up late and getting up early. Today I am tired and don't feel so well, and my son is feeling like a lot of work. It feels as though this would be easier in the other room, but then I would be using pen and paper and typing it up later, which I hate doing.
What can I say?
Today, I don't feel much like thinking. Which is sad. It is thinking that the majority of my work is derived on. It is thinking that lets me post to Thought Provokers and This Side of That. It is thinking that lets me come up with additional pages for Falon of the Tower and new articles for Helium.
But today, I feel like napping.
I must say that desperation causes us to do things that we hate. My husband was working a job where he just barely met our requirements for basic survival. Because of that I took up dog walking. I only got one dog, and then stopped looking for more. Now I am stuck walking Moses Monday through Friday, because of my desperation. I could quit, but it was something that Moses' owner asked me about a few times because she was worried that it would solve her problem and Moses would get used to it and then it would just be gone. Well Moses is used to it, he is ready to go when I get there now, and I hate it. I hate the responsibility it is on my time. I hate having to schedule my life around when I need to walk the dog. I think...I will say something about desperation in the Thought Provokers.
What do you think?
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