Neither The Body Nor the Brain Is Willing

Tired. Want to write. Eyes are burning, shoulders are knotted. Want to write. It's still so hot in this house from a day full of 98 degree weather, and having a toasty warm laptop on my legs isn't helping. Want to write. Brain. Is slowing. Down. Want to...write?

Aw screw it, I'll just lie on the couch and eat a couple popsicles and read blogs until I fall asleep. Now that's a wild start to the weekend.