Things are absolutely under control in my house. Lists are being checked off at a furious pace. I've planned and planned and planned. I'm not due for my first nervous breakdown until Wednesday, and I've even allotted extra hours for it. So what could possibly go wrong now? I've got writer's block.
Somewhere in all the washing and scrubbing I washed away any good ideas that might have been ruminating. And somehow I'm just not in the mood for ranting about some of the stupidities that have entwined themselves in our lives. Ranting is not on the schedule. Even humor has deserted me. It's hard to be funny when you've spent the day getting high on Spic and Span fumes.
Perhaps at some point this week the urge to write will descend back upon me. Until then I'm not going to push it. So, this was the long way of saying there probably will not be any new posts this week. And should I not see your friendly face on the blog, let me now wish you
a Chag Kosher V'Sameach. May you celebrate in health and in joy and may you create wonderful memories of this chag that will remain with you for a lifetime
:( I predict that writer's block will end just as the sun sets on Friday... moments to late to do any actual writing. Never fails. :-P
Chag kasher v'sameach.
Maybe chopping all those onions will clear the cleaning fumes away and inspiration will hit. If not, a chag kasher vsameach.
Writer's block has happened to me before but we get over it. On the other hand, you seem to be READY which is more than I can say.
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