What the hell

Subzero temperatures mess with my creative flow

Generally, inspiration strikes while I’m running, walking, or driving somewhere.  But yesterday, an arctic blast arrived capable of flash-freezing a human in minutes, rendering me housebound, aside from dragging Charlie three feet from the front door to relieve himself.

I baked some chocolate chip cookies and for a while considered cleaning the bathrooms. Then I got the idea to take a nap.

I lay down, and sure enough, an idea came to me: even though I am trapped inside and prone to cabin fever, I’m lucky to have a warm home and to be able to nap at will. I tried to develop this nugget further (count my blessings? ugh. been there, done that) only to doze off and wake a half-hour later, more scrambled than clarified.

The downside to napping is that groggy feeling when you first get up, easily addressed by one of the aforementioned chocolate chip cookies and a cup of tea. I still had half the afternoon ahead of me, and even though nothing during the nap process moved the needle on content creation, I felt calm, slightly stupefied. I watched the bitter wind whip though the treetops, bright sun glinting deceptively through them. Maybe I could write about that. Not that I wanted to, or found it particularly interesting, but here I am, and it beats cleaning the bathrooms.