Sometimes I spend what feels like hours waiting for the game to load. I try to organize things so that I have something to do while I wait but it's not always possible. The whole time I kept thinking I could be writing a post. But every time I'd decide to go for it the phone would ring, or an email would come,or new data would be announced. Truth be told, I didn't have a thing to say.
Tonight I had an extraordinarily lucky commute and got home ten minutes earlier than my earliest time. I washed the containers in which I carry breakfast and lunch to work. Got into my pjs. All the while determined I would sit down and write. But the sandman has had his way with me already I am drifting, longing for the feel of the pillow under my head.