Back In The Saddle (Part Two)

The pressure of not writing has been getting to me for a while now, and since things had finally shifted on the family matters front, I had scheduled myself to return to it Monday before last . . . but then the household got sick and I had to delay a week.

On Sunday night I had no idea what I wanted to write, but I knew that I was looking forward to figuring that out on Monday, so I made a mental note to remember to make time for a long-delayed personal phone call  once I was done working, and went to bed as early as I could.

Then my son woke me up what felt like a half-a-dozen times in the middle of the night.  (After a certain point you stop counting.)  By the time daylight came, I felt like an elephant had stepped on me.

What’s one more day’s delay in the grand scheme of things? I asked myself.



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