Monday, July 6, 2009
Lately in the evenings I hit a brick wall in the energy department. I can go and go and go and then all of a sudden, I need a drool rag. It recently happened when we were up in NC at my mom's. She and I went to the grocery store after sundown. Having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other as though I was in quicksand, I told her, "I seemed to have lost the plot. And if the plot gets any thicker, I'm going under."