Sub zero temps have kept my brain frozen for over the past week. Okay, maybe not sub zero, but it did drop down into the teens last weekend. And we had snow twice in one week. My brain is frozen. Rock hard.
There’s nothing coming in or going out. Some people call it writer’s block. I’m sticking with the fact that my brain is frozen. Maybe sometime around spring I’ll have something witty, pithy or wise to say.
Then again, maybe my upcoming weekend will give me something to write about. I’m going on a high school girls’ retreat weekend. Remember, I teach 9th grade girls’ Sunday school, so “guess who” is going as a chaperone. I don’t really mind, except for the lack of sleep that is a usually a direct result of these types of events. And I need my beauty sleep!
I’m really hoping there will be a bed for me to sleep in, because my 44 year old bones don’t really take well to sleeping on the floor. Of course with 17 teenage girls and 5 leaders there probably won’t be a lot of sleeping going on.
Great! I’ll be ugly and grumpy from lack of sleep and I’ll still have a frozen brain. Now that’s something to look forward to.