Or maybe it's my brain. I worked all day -- staring at the ceiling, doing nonstops, reading blogs, email, websites, library books. Waiting for the words to come.
Finally I wrote seven very bad pages of Chapter 20.
A study I once read said that as rats age, the glucose drains faster from their brains when they are working hard to use them than it does from the brains of younger rats. And takes longer to replenish...
I'm not sure what that means, but if my brain were to be drained of glucose, I think this is how it would feel.
I better go to bed and get started on that replenishment.
Grace. It's always grace.
Karen
