I didn't write a Book Report post for today. I mean, obviously.
I was feeling really lazy and and procrastinatory earlier in the week and accomplished nothing.
Then I got sick, which only exacerbated the laziness and procrastination.
Then it was the weekend, and I was sicker.
Then it was Sunday night and there was a hellacious windstorm. The power went out--briefly--and when it came back on, I was like: Done-zo.
So I went to bed, and Catherine tried to wake me up at 10:59. I told her I was asleep.
At 4AM it thundered so loudly that the house continued to shake even after the thunder was over, and I thought, completely unrelated to the thunderstorm, that we might be having an earthquake. I wondered if I should find something sturdy to crouch beneath, but I decided I was too tired and sick and preferred death to getting out of bed.
You see how it is.
I'll get my act together eventually.