Too Tired to Write

I am too tired to write today. In my defense, I did write a very nice piece about my grandfather for the writing class I'm taking here at the venerable Chautauqua Institution, and it seemed to be well-received by the class. Also my instructor suggested I put together a book proposal on the subject. Interesting. The big thing for me is that so far, I feel that my writing is at least as good as everyone else's, except for yoga-man (see last 2 posts), who is really a very good writer and certainly better than I. (Plus he actually seems like a pleasant person. I'm starting to think on Friday I'll have to blog an apology for the rant I posted on Monday.)

Okay, it's off to bed with me.