I’ve been so busy writing for the writing group that not only have I not done anything of note (other than doing at least 15 min of house stuff), but I haven’t thought of anything to write for the blog. Brain drain!
I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is — I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods
Henry David Thoreau