I'm trying to read more posts and leave thoughtful comments, but it is late and I'm tired. (Yawn.)
Comments mean so much to me (smile - reload - check - smile more), but my brain is exhausted.
I want to read a slice from everyone (you and you and you), but my eyes are s l o w l y
I was thrilled that the challenge concluded on a Saturday (more TIME!), but I thought I'd have more time.
Wishing I could pause the clock to just read (pointing remote to the clock), but something's got to give.
I wasn't going to write today (Nope. Not gonna do it.), but that (itch) habit (scratch) was there.
I'm happy about that itchy, scratchy feeling. Because here I am, continuing to write.
Maybe I just need 21 days (or 31, like the challenge) to just read posts and write comments.
But that's with hopes that no one writes anything new. Wait! (Huh?) How can that be? (What?)
They are all writers. For they will continue to write. And that makes me smile.