Tuesday, February 25, 2025, 41*
Snow on the deck is turning to slush. Might be able to push it around with the back of the snow shovel, later. Open drawers, open files, papers sorted on the floor, atop the musical keyboard; empty drawers, a box of papers to shred, poetry books waiting to move from floor to bottom shelves. Energy is more elusive than a creative muse. Coffee no longer intrigues her. She explains that it takes a lot of effort to sort and arrange, to pick up and move, to place and then decide to move something again. She gets bored. She’d rather play. Anyway, she says, you are too tired, you are not interested in doing these things today. There is no reasoning with her and not much is getting done without her help. Time to find the nebulizer and a second cup.
"Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you
and that you may be in good health,
as it goes well with your soul."
3 John 1:2 ESV
Photo: LJ Austin
