Some days I wake up eager for my writing time. On rare occasions, I wake up and can’t muster even a tiny bit of enthusiasm for it. Today is one of those latter days. I just want to curl up with a good book, sip my cucumber and lemongrass water, and enjoy the quiet of our neighborhood.
Still, when I sit down to write, I can’t quite bring myself to declare a day off. It feels like cowardice—or at least laziness—not to put in some kind of effort. My sunroom is the perfect writing spot: the view, the climate control, the peaceful ambience. It usually inspires me to relax and let the words flow. My goal is always to write simply and authentically about whatever’s at the front of my mind. Sometimes that “whatever” is just a nap. And naps, in fairness, can clear the mind and let ideas flow.
Today, however, a nap did not clear my mind. So I decided it’s okay to write about the days when writing is a struggle. It’s either that or talk about the second thing on my mind: our cat, Alto.
We’ve been trying a probiotic for her. For years, Alto has thrown up—sometimes several times a day. A hairball now and then is fine, but we’re talking full-on food vomit. We’ve tried all kinds of foods, with no luck. But the probiotic is working! Over the past ten days, she’s produced only two hairballs and two small food incidents. She also seems calmer. As someone who has wrestled with GERD, I understand how a calmer stomach can make for a calmer mood.
The third thing on my mind today: lemon zucchini bread. I baked two loaves, and it turned out so good that I had to wrap and hide it after eating a third of a loaf for lunch. It wasn’t meant to be lunch, but after that much bread, there was no room for a sandwich or salad.
And of course, the fourth thing on my mind—the current presidential regime. Let’s just say that compared to politics, cat vomit is far less stressful.
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