I’m pretty sure I’m suffering from writer’s block. The prescription for it is to type anything until something comes out, which usually works.
I have tried, but it’s not been good.
Last night Peachie brought over a dozen cellophane bags filled with Rice Krispy shaped hearts covered in sprinkles.
Writer’s block plus heart-shaped Rice Krispies are a deadly combination.
Maybe tomorrow when the sugar wears off something of value will manifest through my fingers?