After awhile, I will be elbow deep in clay and glaze and the white dust that erupts from dried and drying white clay. Maybe, after I return home, I will post something of substance here. But maybe not. Some days, and this feels like one of them, writing requires too much mental effort. It’s too hard, too draining, too non-rewarding to warrant the expenditure of mental energy. Maybe I’ll have a change of heart later in the day. If I do, I’ll give it another try.
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Millie, I’m sorry you’re still in the hospital. I got your comment while I was in town a while ago; I would have stopped in, but saw that you’re too ill. And providing comfort to a friend is ample reward!
Perhaps nonrewarding, but one reader in hospital too sick for visitors looks forward to reading your posts. Perhaps providing such comfort to one friend should be reward enough. Or not.