Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

The title of a Douglas Adams book - and this post has nothing to do with that book. I just happen to like the title.

I would like to be writing and doing much more than I am doing now. But I am not. When I get to the end of my day, I am so mentally drained that trying to pick up a pen and paper and focus long enough to start working on putting down on paper the ideas in my head is a difficult challenge. Yet this is the goal to which I allegedly ascribe my purpose. A sad commentary, I think, on self-definition.

I think perhaps a cup of tea may help...