As I write this on Thursday evening, I’m too tired to think. The last two nights included sleeplessness. Tuesday night after around 3:15 a.m., Wednesday night after 2:30 a.m. The reasons are complicated and don’t need to be stated in detail.

Wednesday morning, I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. I finally got up around 4:30 and went to The Dungeon and got to work. I was reasonably productive, writing over 2,000 words in my work-in-progress before I was too tired to go on. Last night, I got up around 3:20, got shoes and a shirt on, and went outside to complete a task—yes, outside in the dark. Then I went to my chair instead of back to bed and tried to sleep there. I may have slept some, but not much. About 6:15 I gave up trying, got fully dressed, and went to The Dungeon.

I got some writing done, but not much. I ate breakfast as usual around 9:00, met with the contractors doing work on my house, then was back in The Dungeon at 10. The writing was simply too difficult to concentrate on in my weakened condition. I gave up around 11, went to the sunroom to read, and fell asleep. I managed a 30 to 45 minute nap in the blissful coolness of the rainy day.

At 12:30 p.m., an e-mail arrived announcing some good news. That kept me going through my afternoon meeting of the Scribblers & Scribes, my writing critique group.

But, alas, I have no mind for a post other than this one telling you why I have no mind for a post. So I’ll click “publish” without proofreading. I’ll proofread tomorrow, early I hope, and make any edits required.

Here’s to hoping I’ll be able to post more intelligently on Monday.