I have written today. My words might become tomorrow’s posts or future posts, but nothing felt solid enough to commit to a Thursday blog post.
I feel a bit stressed. In uncertain times I turn to my blog to relieve that stress, but not today. My words are emotional and thus, simultaneously necessary and unnecessary.
So, I will save my words to ‘draft’ and try again later.
Only one thing is for certain: after Wednesday’s post, I have spent the entire day humming Tchaiksovsky.