So easy to fall off-track. Lost in the details. Blocked in the writing.
You are looking at the state of my desk, not far from the state of my electronic desktop, just keystrokes and neurons away from the state of my unipolar disordered brain.
Pooling resources. Cramming for an open book quiz? In the midst of writing a grant proposal to the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation (the short version, and a long-shot at that) seeking six figures for a program entitled Positive Play:Laughing Matters. Gotta LOL, right?
As fevered a pitch as ever. Museumwork. Feels almost familiar, like the ad biz. On crack.
Another Sunday in the life . . .