Ok, now that was weird.
This morning, I felt horrible. I mean that I was so lethargic and barely functional. Of course, that's no excuse when you need to get things done. When those 5,000 words need to be finished by a certain time. There is no playoff hockey tonight, and I got enough sleep, but still, something was wrong.
Took me a while to get back to form. I felt like the main character from Kingpin. ("These kids were almost Munson'd, but they're back now.")
But I pounded through it. Got my words done. Was it easy? Hell no. But I feel better about myself that I didn't let it stop me from writing.
You have to do that sometimes. Fight the urge to drop it because there are other, more important things which are challenging you. My head was full of clouds, as it were, but I still accomplished something.
Poor Roy Munson, it took him a right hand and most of his hair to realize that none of the stuff he was worried about mattered. All that mattered was that he needed to keep rolling, keep trying, to get it done right.
My theory is that he needed to meet The Dude from the Big Lebowski. Or Walter, who was volcanic.
Except that Walter refused to roll on Rosh Hashanha.