Thursday nights nightmare is still making its presence felt. I am not amused.
It’s about bloody time! See Rant the Fourth
This has happened a few times this week.
I had a moment of clarity at six am this morning. I wrote well, with the words flowing from my fingers like water from a spring.
I’ve been stuck in a funk ever since.
My partner has been amazing this week. I’ve blabbed about it all over the place. But I know he’s as fallible and fault filled as anyone else, and I wanted to admit that.