Busy as hell, I take a few minutes for me! Just me! to visit your blogs and make a few comments and catch up on Poetry Friday 'cause I left early and dammit my body is falling apart, and all I can think about is what's on the calendar for the next month and how I can't have my body falling apart, and there are NO creative things in that brain of mine, just none, and then I read your blogs and see the sparkly shiny things you create out of the ether, and the more I read the more inadequate I feel.
Can't. Even. Write. Today.