Did I tell y’all that I got so sick of my brain that I decided to send it on vacation? Um, or maybe more realistically, lock it in its room? Seriously, by Sunday morning, I had had it with that brat and its piss poor attitude so I just decided to ignore it and the dog and I went to the park and then did some housework and then organized the individual squares of the afghan for making larger squares and got a couple of larger squares started.
Then yesterday I watched TV.
The brain is not allowed to read fiction or write fiction until the brain can hang out here with a better attitude about the work it does. Because, otherwise, I cannot bear it.
And you know what? Sunday night and then last night? I finally had some god damn restful sleep.