Punchy...

Dreary day. Woke later than usual. Drank a couple of cups while thumbing the paper, then off to work.

New maple tree arrived today just before noon. Fingers crossed it fares better than the regal prince oak it replaced. Might hang the doors on the new brick wall tonight if isn’t raining.

Having a hard time finding any energy. Maybe it’s the humidity. Can’t recall being this sticky since my visit to Dallas last year. That was last year, right? Right?

Messed with three different drafts today, but wasn’t able to finish any of them. Reminds me of the old days in Taekwondo when I’d hit a plateau. Dead zones could go on for months—worsen sometimes, the harder you worked—and you’d think that’s it, this is as good as it’s ever going to get. Then you’d have a breakthrough, and everything you’d practiced would suddenly and mysteriously work. You didn’t know how it happened, or why, but you came to realize it was part of the process. Something to be endured, and later appreciated.

Looking forward to turning the corner.