I believe I’ve strained something.
Pulled a brain cell.
Sprained a lobe.
Stunning my four-legged, furry muse and myself yesterday, I actually got significant work done on The Hushing Days.
Unfortunately, this little trip into proper productivity has left the old grey matter hurting, aching, sputtering to a near stop. Stringing these few sentences together has taken an hour.
I’m off to ice my head.