Some days, writers are flat too tired to write

Even the words of a decent blog post don’t come to mind.

This list of the day’s events doesn’t sound that arduous:

Up at 7 a.m.. after five hours of sleep (typical)
Emptied the dishwasher
Ate breakfast.
Cleaned frying pan and put plate in empty dishwasher
Picked up garden soil and potting soil at Home Depot (still in the trunk of the car)
Got four new tires put on the car and found out the alignment was messed up (wait time = 90 minutes)
Bought a new coffee pot (took two stores to find one)
Picked up a few groceries
Lunch (not proud, it was a cheap TV dinner)
Made a vat of beef stew (still simmering)
Watered new veggies and flowers outside
Wheeled garbage bin back up next to the house
Cleaned up a hairball
Fed the cats
Publisher reminds me Eulalie and Washerwoman will be on sale on Kindle on Friday (don’t want to get in trouble by neglecting to mention that)
Poured a glass of wine (just before burning myself out on this exciting post)

–Malcolm