Once again I’m a day late with my Monday post. Or, since I didn’t make a post last Friday, perhaps I’m four days late with Friday’s post.

No matter. I’m here now, with several things I could write about. News has come that all the boys and their coach have been rescued from that flooded cave in Thailand, a monumental achievement. President Trump has picked a new nominee for the Supreme Court, which will be worth discussing once I know more about him. The animosity of the political left and right for each other is growing, though, seemingly, more so on the Left than the Right. Any of these would be worth a post.

I thought, however, to just say briefly that I haven’t abandoned my writing, though it seems difficult to both carve out time and apply my mind to it. Last night was a good example. I went to The Dungeon around 7:30 p.m., intending to either write a post here or add a few hundred words to my novel. I did neither. I have a little clean-up of my work area to do, which I did. That took four minutes at most.

I then sat at my computer and…couldn’t write. My brain felt fuzzy. I believe my blood sugar was high, the result of a filling supper on the heals of snacking at work in the afternoon. I couldn’t write, neither the post nor the novel.

Such is life. Finding writing time is difficult, as I’ve written about before. Finding writing time when my mind is both focused and creative is even more difficult. This spring and summer I’ve had four major, personal tasks/items I had to take care of, the kind of things that weigh the mind down (at least mine). The third of those was completed Saturday with the sale of my pickup. The fourth and last is as good as finished (aftermath of the February auto accident); only a little paperwork to do.

And, our summer travel plans are set, with a trip to Chicago to see our son scheduled, and a trip to West Texas to see our daughter and family scheduled. At work, plans for my retirement are well underway, and people are starting to step up to take things off my plate onto theirs. So, my mind should be less burdened than at any time for the last six months, maybe longer.

So why couldn’t I write last night? Maybe it wasn’t the burdens; maybe it really was high blood sugar causing a fuzziness in my head. Either way, I did a little on-line reading, realized the fog wasn’t going to clear, and went back upstairs to watch tv and then read in two different books. Got to bed around 11:15 p.m., and slept well.

Today, here I am, ready to get my office work done, and feeling much better. With the burdens slowly lifting (I have a whole host or secondary tasks that are contributing to the burdened mind), I think I’ll be writing again soon.