My plans to do something writerly and productive today have once again gone for naught. So far, I have shoveled the driveway and cleaned off my car, solved an online jigsaw puzzle, played a game on my phone, checked personal and work email about four times, and checked Facebook twice. I did write in my journal a little, mostly recording a dream I had this morning, but I don't think that quite counts.
My brain is simply making murrrr-eeee murrr-eeee noises but nothing is coming out except a vague and formless anxiety (mostly about the fact that so much of the "work" I do is in no way monetized--and the brain-rot activities definitely are not monetized).
The fact that it is snowing again is just situation normal: it's Montana. It's winter. I'm actually lucky it hasn't done a whole hell of a lot more of this. And I don't know why that seems reason enough to do more bugger-all nothing, but, well, it does.
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