This week has been a classic blur, with me sort of coming to last night and realizing that I hadn’t just missed one day, I had missed FOUR. Not of writing things down, but of telling you all about it.

I’m not sure how to explain what was going on without intruding on nasty statutes of limitation, so I’ll frame it as the bad joke the whole stupid week has turned out to be:

An otolaryngologist, behavioral health counselor, and human resources director walk into a bar. It takes them an hour and a half to walk in. The bartender asks them if they want a beer. They say, “Sure!” and then fall asleep before the bartender discovers that he’s out of beer and has to order some to be delivered.

When they wake up, they walk out of the bar, which takes an hour and a half and gives them enough time to get into a fight with a glass man and an audiologist.

Every day for a week.

Don’t get it? Either do I.

But I’m back in the saddle again, writing-wise, and will continue to entertain you with tales of how difficult it is to write little words down in an app.

I don’t get that either.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016