Dear bloggy peeps,
I wanted to call you bleeps, but then you’d think I was swearing at you, so I won’t do that.
This week has done a number on me.
Writing the poem Two Brand New Shoes On My Feet was way more taxing than I expected it to be when I sat down to write a funny poem about how boring normal people are. What came out was apparently something I needed to write for myself and it took a day and a half to get there.
Yesterday I published 16 Ways She Botched Our Marriage. It also ended up being so much more difficult than I expected since it stirred up a lot of settled dust in this cobwebbed heart of mine.
Anyway, between that, and the poem, and this dang Insanity Workout contest I’m having with my brother, I am wiped out. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
I need a break. So, no real blog post today. Instead, a simple request that all you bleeps have a great weekend.