I started writing a post this morning. It was shaping up well. I was working on descriptive writing.

I had an intellectually full day today and came home to warm up leftovers. I was planning on finishing that post.

I looked for tonite’s debate. And then I got a headache. It’s too hard to be creative. So this is all I’m writing today. This meta post about writing. Or more like about not writing. It is still a post. It still counts.

I’m going to have some chamomile tea. And an Advil.