I owe about a dozen people email messages. I should be wrapping the gifts I need to get in the mail. Or chipping away at the mountain of stuff I have for the kids. I should be working on titles for my images for the exhibit. Or selecting the final image or two for the list. I should be writing my Christmas cards, including a long-overdue letter to my grandpa.

All I want to do.. all I am doing is sitting and letting my brain recede into a hazy fog of viral funk. I’ve caught whatever has been circulating among the wee kidlets. I am stuffy, but not overly so. Mainly I am exhausted. Pure nothingness is the only thing that holds any appeal right now.

If you are one of the dozen, I apologize for my inability to communicate. Later.. soon….. (ahh-chooo, sniff, sniff).

xoxo Dervish