Give Up?

I like to write, but sometimes on days like today, I wonder if I wouldn’t be better off just saying screw it and just give up on it.  I have all these ideas bouncing around in my head and I know what I want to write, but I just want to listen to my playlist and just veg out.

I remember my dad had days like this.  He would just want to be left alone with his recliner and newspaper.  I totally understand how he felt.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the barometric pressure has a lot to do with this feeling.  It’s supposed to rain late tonight.

I’m hoping that I’ll feel more like writing this weekend.