I have an appointment with the neurologist this afternoon. This is a pretty regular event, like getting your oil changed and tires rotated. It’s just to make sure that everything is mostly the same and to get my prescriptions refilled.
It’s just a big drag.
I’m really tired today and it’s hot.
Yesterday was my birthday and it was pretty good. I spent the day sweeping the stage at school and hoping the good karma will sail me through to actually being able to get the kids to Houston this fall.
Yesterday I was filled with motivation and forward momentum.
Right now I’m filled with lettuce and would be asleep if I didn’t have to drive to Arlington in a bit to see the Doc.
It’s kind of hard to get in to see him, and we are coming up on a holiday weekend, then I get to spend the month of July going through the rest of Steve’s house. I should be writing more. I certainly have plenty to write about, I just can’t seem to hold it together to get the words on the page in the order that I think they should be.
Therein lies the flaw.
My brain and my psyche tend to hold me back, so free writing doesn’t much help when my brain keeps shrieking back at me.
What I have to write about:
The summer reading report- the assigned stuff and the for fun stuff.
The principal at our school assigned us to read a book about teaching learning different kids, or being a learning different kid, then writing a report.
I have done the critical read of a book and have the notes and fully intend to write the report then create a zooburst digital report for it. I think it’s important to process information in different ways.
I also have the ideas for rewriting the opening chapters of my book.
I need to write that then work it into the rest of the thing.
But then the clutter in the hallway beckons at me like the creepy chanting of kids in a horror movie. The clutter wants me to arrange it and make it neat.
The clutter at steve’s house is amityvilling and lying in wait to suck me in.
Cash flow is going to become a problem, so I don’t know what is the first thing to do.
Imagine the look on the doctor’s face if I say all of that when he asks me what’s going on?