Journal entry

It’s still dark outside though morning. I feel somewhat disoriented writing from the kitchen table instead of from my writing room. Ron is doing some remodel work in our kitchen (tiles and dry wall) so it’s been difficult navigating through the maze of construction to get upstairs.

My brain doesn’t appear to function the same down here. I feel displaced. Interesting how the brain is wired. “This is not where we write. I’m confused.” It says. So I suppose that’s why I haven’t been ‘reporting-in’ as it were.

Monday I will finish painting the kitchen then put it all back together again, so by mid-week, I should be back (I hesitate to use the word normal as it is subjective - so I’ll just leave it at ‘I should be back‘).

 

~ good week-end one and all ~