Well, lack of sleep has given to a lack of creativity and waning inspiration.
I have always boasted about the strength of my immune system, “like an ox” I would proudly say. At the first sign of a cold, Zicam would kick it in the face. I haven’t had a severe cold since undergrad!
No worries though, there is good news bobbing in this river of Kleenex and cough drops.
In an effort not to disturb Mark’s sleep, I’ve found my resting place on the well worn chair in the family library. So, each night, I have been surrounded by hundreds of books from Emerson’s best, multiple collections of C S Lewis, to Lincoln’s writings, and a cascade of children’s literature to boot! Needless to say, even this temporary lack of creativity has lent opportunities to read the vision, imagination and innovation of past and present heroes of the pen.