377 Days - Blog #49 Oops

Oops.

So I had turned the lights off and nestled under my comforter (I love that I can use my comforter again and leave my window open a bit still so I can relish it even more) last night when I realized I neglected to write this blog.  Well… considering I got to #49 without missing a day (and I did write two in one day around 10 or 11), I guess it isn’t too bad.  That’s what I told myself, anyways, when I decided I wasn’t turning the lights back on and getting out from my cocoon to come up with something to write and the words to express it.

I opted not to sit at the computer last night.  I just didn’t want to put my energy into the brain drain of social networking etc.  But apparently, there was the brain drain of forgetting my daily intention of writing when I opted to watch multiple episodes of Last Tango in Halifax (a really smart and sweet drama on Netflix).

Anyway, I blame the wine.

I intended to eliminate reduce my wine consumption closer to my birthday.  But work has long days.  There are outings with friends.  There is something habitual for me about sitting at the computer with a coffee mug or a wine glass.  It gives my fingers something to do when I contemplate the words.  And in those moments, it really isn’t about the wine.  It is about fidgeting.  Stage business.  Which, if you ever read any manuscript I write, you will find plays out in the fact my characters are often drinking coffee or water or… wine.

Wine is good.  It’s also full of sugar.  It also enables a bit of a brain fog – even one glass – because it is dehydrating.  And it affects how I sleep.  It affects how I eat.  It affects how long I sit content to fidget with merely the fingers around the glass instead of getting up and cleaning or dancing to the music as I haphazardly take apart the décor of my downstairs bathroom.  It also becomes a habit.  And that habit adds up the pennies… pennies of which I am a little bit more aware this week.

So, a little break is a good thing.

Only… the detox has created a separate brain fog.  The kind, apparently, that interrupts the habit and pattern of writing every night… and causes me to forget to write a blog.

Oh well.