It was bound to happen. A non-post on my blog.
Today I feel so completely poop that even writing a few words is a struggle. And I’m not going to think about what message this means because with a cotton wool brain and blocked everything I doubt I’d hear it.
Well there’s no point worrying about that or giving it energy of any kind, i’m sure any insight will reveal itself when this cold bug has passed.
Until then back under the duvet I go.
Writing and M.E. 