It’s not that I have nothing to write about.
The Oatmeal guy posted a big long ode to Creative Employment and in it he said that he’s a firm believer in not writing if you have nothing to say. Well, I agree with that. Perhaps the absence of content looks like I have nothing to say, but really it’s that I don’t want to focus on my anger and frustrations long enough to turn them into long-lived written pieces with correct grammar and punctuation.
I have been astonished, heart-broken, lost, found, bored and just plain tired over the last week. I don’t want to look in the review mirror right now. I want to focus on happiness, on the horizon. Thanksgiving is coming up; in our family that’s traditionally become a time where we huddle together and enjoy delicious repasts of food and togetherness. Holiday, Introvert Style. It’s my favourite time of year, Christmas Time Of Year, starting with Thanksgiving Eve and going through New Year’s Day. I’m sorry but I just don’t want to go into that with grudges and sludge. I’m getting older. Time grows more precious.
Just Another Pretty Farce 
My experience is that when I can get over the “tired” part, the “heart-broken, lost, found, bored” part improves dramatically. Not that I evaluate reality differently because my health improves, but I react to it a lot better. So, in case it works the same way for you, I’m wishing you a lot of restful rest, and some physical energy. (And, if it doesn’t work that way for you, I wish you those things anyway, because at least you’d feel more energetic.)