I tried to blog yesterday.
But soon discovered that giving birth to a Hummer would have been easier.
So, after grinding my mind down to a bloody nub for a couple of hours, I cozied back up to my old friend Defeat and settled in for the day. (There was even a moment of playing footsie with the familiar oaf, but you didn’t hear it from me.)
In retrospect, it wasn’t that bad, but at the time it sure felt crappy.
Now, excuse me. I’m off to slip on my shoes and try to sweet talk Defeat out the door.