Let us write

I've been told the act of writing depends on the act of doing so (and based on my blog, I obviously haven't). So, I bookmark here and write today and do some more the day after. And the day after that.

Why? Don't I have anything better to do? No, I don't, and if you go read the thing before this about pain, you'd get an idea why.

Right, I'm planning to do longer bits than this, but I'm a combination of frazzled and exhausted stacked on a constant 4 on the pain scale (you wrenched your ankle, not quite sprained but not good, and have to walk two miles on it), and I'm flat outta gas.

Tomorrow.