My column writing has gotten rusty. Maybe because my brain is a little more rusty than usual. I lack inspiration. I lack joie de Vivre.
I can’t write without inspiration. My inspiration comes from my joie de Vivre. It takes a lot to inspire me these days–not so much to enthuse me. But truth-to-tell I am just too tired to be enthused.
I’m hoping this weekend will put a new spring in my step.
I am being reunited with the other half of my brain cell–best friend, Denise.