Flouting this blog's raison d'etre

Today I'm going to write. Yes! *gasp*. I really have no excuse not to: The Flexeril I had to take last night has mostly worn off. I say "mostly" because the dosage is for every six hours, but every time I take it at night I feel dopey well into the next day. My chemist husband says this is because dosage schedules are set around a drug's half-life. I love knowing things like this. But I'm getting off track. Back to the usual litany of excuses that I do not have: I can't clean house because I can't stand upright for long without my foot swelling up. It's Saturday, so I'm not working. Chocolate-making is out. So is going to the gym. It's a sunny, clear day but there's no way I can go outside and enjoy it. I have a folder full of writing exercises to choose from, and I've set myself the task of writing an essay AND a poem around each of them. Really, it's time to write. 'Bye for now.