I decided not to write this morning. I've been writing every morning since last Friday. That's 6 days in a row. So I think I deserved some time off for good behavior. Plus, I'm just downright exhausted and don't think I could think straight. I spent a good deal of last night tweaking the presentation--almost done. So I hadn't read anything to write about. I'm sure I could have written something, but since the chapter is primarily a lit review, I don't think it would have been productive. In general, the morning writing sessions are going pretty well. I definitely think I'll have a decent draft by Sunday. It's still much rougher than I'd like it to be but hey, what can you do?
I have only been poking my head in the blog world a tiny bit. I miss everyone. Reading blogs really does get my brain working a lot of the time and I miss that too. I haven't even been able to peek in at work. Yesterday, 15 minute lunch. Sigh. Things don't settle down until next Friday. Gah! Then I'm sure something else will come up. It's all good, I guess.