Occasionally, when my workload gets to frenetic proportions, I start to get grumpy. I love writing, deeply, but every once in awhile I polish off the day's pieces, shamble home and the last thing I want to do is yet more writing, even if it's something I really want to finish.
Then I remember that I am extremely lucky and fortunate beyond anything I ever imagined just a few years ago: I write for a living.
So if you happen to encounter me in my grumpy state, please just take it in stride. The work-load induced intermission here ends soon, and please believe that it will be worth the wait. In the meantime, have some Queen-singing Muppets, something that never fails to cheer me up.