Plodding, that's what I'm doing. Not writing, reading a little, and stressing about an outdoor project I really *really* need to get done before the sun goes nova later this week (okay, not really, just upwards of 95+ degrees F. for a few days and there is NO WAY I'm going to dig out and lay a 6x6 ft cobblestone patio in that!).

I don't know why I'm not writing other than to say I just don't feel like it, today, yesterday, or last weekend for that matter. I've got a couple of chapters of The Car Novel to print out and get feedback on (that's fairly difficult with the work schedule and lack of attention span before sleep takes over thing that's too often the case) and YAWT is still got my butt in a sling while dangling an end carrot that I can't see.

I guess I should be glad I'm reading, what with some five two dozen books to get through, but I still feel as though I'm plodding along through life and I don't like it one bit.