I am too tired to write tonight. I don’t want to write anything. I want to go upstairs, take a nice long bath and go straight to bed. Some days are like that. No writing inspiration at all. I have been writing all day today – editing other people’s work. That’s okay. I like editing. There’s something satisfying about cutting away excess words and getting to the heart of a story or essay. Or adding a few paragraphs to break up a big block of text so the reader can more fully experience the story. So, yes, editing is a good mental exercise for me and, I’m sure, improves my own writing just through the sheer practice of dealing with pages and pages of writing. So, that’s good.
But tonight I am fairly worn out. I edited, I fielded questions from my online writing class, I saw a few students. I also helped Ray clean out the garage. Or, more accurately, to tidy up the garage, which already has been cleared out. That is a positive step – and one that is almost always on the to do list – but that activity coupled with students coupled with a 2 hour Maundy Thursday mass this evening in which I served as an acolyte have left me feeling pretty darned tired.
So, here I am writing away even though I don’t want to. The dogs are walking around on these hard wood floors and I am tired enough that all the clicking of their toenails is driving me crazy. But I am happy they are here because they both got out this afternoon and ran into our busy street. Luckily, all the drivers screeched to a halt and waited until we ran out to get them. One driver looking down could have made our lives miserable; so, we are grateful. I can speak for Ray on this, I know, since he is almost more in love with these two dogs than I am, if that’s possible. Yes, we were very lucky the drivers were so alert. Otherwise, we’d been in pain now, suffering our loss.
Okay, surely that’s been twenty minutes. It will just have to be because that’s all I’ve got. I am tapped out of words as of now.
So, good night to all. Sleep well. That is my goal, as well. Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll be a bit more enthusiastic, but for now, so long.
20 Minutes a Day 
You are the busiest person I know…..so much writing, driving, cooking, celebrating, traveling…………whew! There’s a lesson, an important one, embedded with what almost happened to the dogs. Listen to the whispers. Look for the lesson. Own it. God was talking to you.
Dear Marcie, I will look and listen. Today I am on the couch with my dogs both close.
Busy, busy. I need a nap now. Happy Easter, Len.
I understand. Life moves so fast these days especially during Easter Madness. I didn’t sing in every service this year. This may be a good thing. I didn’t feel like a zombie the rest of Easter day (today).
Yes, the Easter madness of 3 very long masses in a row. I rested all day Friday so I was in pretty good shape for the weekend. I hope to remember that for next year, as well! I’m glad you took it easy. Better to sing and enjoy it than to drag yourself from mass to mass. Not exactly the idea!