Lights out. Sighs.
The fates must not want me to write at night. . . But my muses work at night the best. . . Grrr. Sigh.
This is the second light I have broken within the last 6 months. I got two desk lamps . . . The first on the clip busted. The second one bust the connector from the cord and what screws in the bulb.
I can’t read my writing to retype on this blog. . . It strains my eyes and causes several migraines. (I cannot afford to fall behind on lay in bed all day. . . I have to help my mom.)
I’m trying to clean and write during the day, but it’s hard to focus.
I hope get a light soon.