There is fuzz in my brain. No, not the police, just cotton. Thick lumps of it, blocking any attempt at coherent thought. Do you know how many “drafts” I have saved in this blog? Unpublished drafts of things I started and then never got around to finishing because I either could not figure out what I was going to say or because I was interrupted and when I went back I could not catch the train of thought? Lots of them. Lots and lots. Sometimes what I was writing seemed like something I wanted to say, then when I went back I realized it was just stupid, so I deleted it.
We are looking for a new apartment. I really want to move. I really want to move before the baby comes. But I also am not thrilled at the prospect of looking for apartments. Yuck. I hate the ads. So many of them are bogus crap. Craigslist is wonderful in many ways, but the crap ads are annoying. I flag them, but they still show up. I wish there were some way for Craigslist to improve that feature of its ads.
Well this is my mindless blurb for the day. I really have nothing more to say. So I’m going to work on the long list of things I need to complete. Maybe my writing projects won’t go as slowly as usual, but I doubt it since my brain seems filled with pregnancy cotton this morning again. Whee.