I just can’t do it. I wake up and still feel tired. I can’t motivate to write. I can’t do much more than surf the web. I hit the sack and seem to fall fast asleep but in the morning it’s like I never slept. Is this depression? But I don’t feel depressed. I do feel like I’m coming down with something. Two weeks of rain doesn’t help either. Luckily I find bits of joy that spike sunrays straight to my heart. Sage’s squeals and laughter, and this little comic strip I came across when we went over to Park CIty Bread and Bagels for bagels last week. To all of my writer and editor friends, I know you’ll get a kick out of this one: