Not Entirely Gone

I'm not gone gone, but I am tired.

It's been a week since I've stopped writing, and I haven't really written anything since then - spent most of the week catching up on visits with the people I couldn't see because I was writing most of the time.

I should probably do my dishes, I should probably sweep the floor. I should probably write a more engaged and engaging blog post.

Instead, I will pour myself a scotch, watch some TV on the Internet, and believe for a moment that things just happen when they need to happen.