I’m having a headfluff day today.
It’s one of those days where my head has gone into neutral, and I can’t get it in gear at all.
I honestly haven’t a clue what I’m doing. It’s like my head has gone somewhere else. I’m beginning to panic a bit, to be honest. My fingers are working, so they are typing out this bit, but I haven’t a clue what they’re typing.
I look at something for a few minutes and wonder what it is. Then it dawns on me – a pot-plant! I went to make a mug of tea a few minutes ago, and couldn’t find my mug. I found it. It was full of freshly made tea. I had actually managed to brew a cup without my brain realising it.
I wouldn’t mind but I got a phone call yesterday. A client wants a web site, and he wants it urgently. I did one for him and it’s on hold while he gets some material together. But now he wants a second one and it’s suddenly more important than the first and he wants it now.
My fingers can prattle away writing stuff for a blog, but I doubt they’re up to web design, on their own. They need a brain, but they don’t have one.
So I won’t be writing on this blog until I can find my brain. It’s around somewhere. Sandy hasn’t eaten it anyway. I’ve checked all the drawers and the cupboards, but it’s not there. I tried the fridge and the breadbin, which is where most things end up here, for some reason. No go. I’ve tried behind the cushions on the sofa. Not there.
I’ve just had a horrible thought.
I wonder if I’ve been infected with whatever George W has?