I Am So Tired...Or Which Promises Did You Fail to Keep?

I am practically falling asleep on my keyboard.  I didn't do the exercises I promised myself to do.  

'As soon as I get home,' I said to myself earlier in the day, 'I am  heading straight to the basement and exercise.'  But what did I do?  Nada - nothing - niente - zilch! 

It wasn't all my fault.  I had a physical therapy appointment for my right shoulder (bursitis and tendinitis) brought on by too much mouse-driven, computer work.  I was fine when I could use the quick keys but once I started to exclusively use the mouse, that's when moving my shoulder woes began.  One day I'll post the works of art I drew with the mouse - when I saw myself designing a whole line of greeting cards, etc. and I saw the whole world at my feet doing my bidding - ah fantasy - how wonderful you are! 

Sorry but I digress (my thoughts have taken another turn) going back to 'it wasn't my fault,' physical therapy ran late and I didn't get home until 8:30 pm!!  The other promise I failed to keep was to make myself something healthy for dinner.  I was not in the mood to stand by the sink washing and dicing vegetables so my choices were either Burger King -- I could have bought a salad but I was leaning towards the Whooper but when I thought that I couldn't have the Whopper without the fries -- the chicken roll won out.  But the chicken roll isn't that healthy either.  Why can't they use low-fat mozzarella cheese?  I use it all the time and I can't taste the difference.  You know how many calories we would save?  My whole life lately is counting calories and steps.  How many steps did you take today?  I did walk almost 6,000 steps (I use a pedometer that faithfully follows me everywhere I go - the daily minimum is 10,000 steps) and after I finish this blog, hope to add another 1,000 -- if I have the energy.  

I am also sadly lacking sleep.  Started Easter - too many sweets maybe?  I was up until about 4:30 in the morning.  I was a zombie at work and when I finally got home, I didn't even open my notebook - went straight to bed.  Do you think I slept?  Nope.  Tossed and turned last night too.  Please pray that I sleep tonight.

Friends sorry for this rambling post.  I am in a rambling-kind of mood.  I did have a breakthrough on one of my other stories "A Taste of Nightshade."  Ohhhh - doesn't the title sound mysterious?  I hope so.  Anyway  I felt something was missing and couldn't put my finger on it.  I think I found the answer:  my creative mind works in very funny ways.  It seems that I am given a very important part of the story very early on but I don't realize its importance and sometimes even fail to notice it.  I plop it into my story and I go on my merry way.  Then I suddenly realize, 'wait, this shouldn't be here' or 'I have to lead up to this - this is the answer that I need.'   Sometimes I'm about to erase the whole line, not realizing what I'm doing.  Does this make any sense?  Sorry but I'm starting to feel incoherent!   Why is my mind so devious?   I am glad to say that this time I wasn't fooled.  I see what I need to do.  Unfortunately I cannot do it tonight.  It will have to wait until tomorrow night.  Tomorrow I don't have physical therapy.  So for now, dear friends, I need to go.  My bed awaits.  Good night until tomorrow.