I'm confronted, yet again, with a blinking cursor.
It's frustrating. Maddening. The worst of it is that I know what I need to say and yet everytime I sit down and try to say it? I end up weeping over my keyboard. The last thing I need is to have to buy a new keyboard and I certainly don't need to be electrocuted (is that even possible? Probably not), so weeping over my keyboard seems like a bad plan all around.
Yet, here I am.
When I was a little girl I read a book about the eruption of Mount St. Helens. I remember, so clearly, the author speaking about living there.
Gray, ashy days.
That's sort of how I feel these days. Somehow cloudy.