Once upon a time I used to be funny and creative. I had a million stories and could entertain for hours. Anymore I sit and stare, glassy-eyed, at the computer screen and think … nothing. Nothing.
Maybe it is because Ella left me. With her around I didn’t have time to think, only react. I need a project or a cause or something to ignite my imagination. Maybe all I need is for the rain to stop. The skies are glum and so am I.
Yesterday Photobucket wouldn’t cooperate with me, so you didn’t get the picture of The Boss to go with my announcment of her new blog. I know you all wanted to see that.
Today I spent the day at the Church Bazaar and it wasn’t really — bizarre, I mean. It was pretty normal — crafts, food, fun, silliness. For some reason there was a lot of silliness wherever I was. Maybe that’s why I am so tired now.
And we’re having a cold snap. Last night I had to dig a blanket out of the cupboard and put it on the bed. That’s just not fair.
Good night. Perhaps I’ll have more energy tomorrow and be better able to tell you the story of today.