Very weary

Fried by stressful life stuff and war news (I switched to the classical radio station, but they keep breaking in with war bulletins). I am bingeing on comfort food (too much comfort food) and comfort books. I didn't write today as I had agreed to go out to lunch with a friend, so I curtailed my morning writing time in order to get to work earlier. This evening I spent wrestling with HPEF Board business, drafting an endless e-mail that I decided sounded totally incoherent but sent off anyway because I was sick of re-reading it.

I just tried three times to write a paragraph saying more, but erased it all as too whiny. Trust me: you just don't want to hear much from me right now. I am going to bed.

Peg