I think it took me something like four tries over five days to write a fifty word abstract last week. I am looking at a summer somehow already like a third gone. Writing is thinking and I don’t want to show up at the end of it having not thought at all. Putting words on pages is hard. For the last week, putting lunch in my stomach was hard too. I caught some kind of stomach virus, low-level nauseated for seven days, I didn’t want coffee in the morning or wine at night and certainly nothing like lunch in the middle. But today feels better. Today is a day to start again. Smashburger for my usual: grilled chicken on a chipotle bun with pepper jack cheese and jalapenos with a side of fries. Always makes me want a candy bar.