Here's what happened. I finished a big project and then my brain turned off. Or, at least, off for me. Which means, few words and little writing. A new song on the insane week-long repeat. My digestive system is suddenly so sensitive that I'm wondering if I have a virus. I feel better, eat, feel worse again and repeat. A couple good ideas fell out of my mouth, but I felt like the Mad Hatter while saying them. My feet have revolted so I can't even run.
It seems every part of me has gotten the memo. I've been on recently, and I'll be on again next week by the lake. But until then, all systems are off.