Woke up to a bright day yesterday. And then it started snowing. And as I stared at yet another incoming storm, something in me broke and died. I might have been at work yesterday. I might have gotten some stuff done, but mentally, I was finished. I blanked out and really didn’t come to until this morning.
It’s still cold and icy out, but the snow has stopped, and it’s supposed to be getting warmer after today. Like by Friday, it might actually feel like spring up here in these mountains. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll have the mental capacity to get some writing done, once I finish running around outside anyway.