I have been feeling lazy, and at times, utterly disinterested in writing lately. I am not even writing articles for Church or the Hospital these days (even though I have been asked to do so.)
There is nothing wrong or upsetting going on with me. I think its like my relationship with eggs. Yes, eggs.
A while back, I followed a low-carb regimen, and ate eggs almost every morning for breakfast. After months of that, I simply grew tired of it. Now, whether fried, poached, scrambled or hard-bolied, the sight and scent nearly makes me gag.
Maybe after school starts and I dont have a kid to entertain during daylight hours, I will get back in the groove.
Or maybe the sight of a keyboard will make me gag?
