Sometimes the mind can be a strange object to carry in ones skull.
With this strange warm, thaw, freeze, rain, snow, melt, warm weather my mind has been invaded by a thick fog that is more like mud. I seem to be slowed to a crawl. Every job is taking me twice as long as normal.
I wanted to get more writing done today, but I am not getting to it. I did get the art orders shipped this morning. And I got the cards from Tim. Everything is refilled and ready to roll again.
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