I don´t know wny: I just got extremely lazy, did some ironing before lunch (my love for ironing is not the question today!) 
Then I went shopping with my wife and the youngest. She (the youngest) got an faux aquarium lamp she fell in love with (5yo) and I bought an expensive work chair for those times I type at hope. The one I had there was not bad, but definitely made not for my slightly oversized body. Sons got it and I treated myself to a luxurious thingy ideal for sitting at the keyboad. After supper, getting sll three to bed etc. I got to work. Sat down, enjoyed the nicities of this new work seating setup... and was not able to type a single well phrased sentence in the book I translate. Eventually, after some torturing, I declared this to be Sunday, the Day of the Resting Lord, a did nothing. I have mixed feelings from this. deadline is not endangered, but... a dead day nevertheless.
Are there some of you who like doing what you do and continue some 360 days a year, major holidays excluding?
Just curious. How do deal with such writers (or whoevers) block?
Then I went shopping with my wife and the youngest. She (the youngest) got an faux aquarium lamp she fell in love with (5yo) and I bought an expensive work chair for those times I type at hope. The one I had there was not bad, but definitely made not for my slightly oversized body. Sons got it and I treated myself to a luxurious thingy ideal for sitting at the keyboad. After supper, getting sll three to bed etc. I got to work. Sat down, enjoyed the nicities of this new work seating setup... and was not able to type a single well phrased sentence in the book I translate. Eventually, after some torturing, I declared this to be Sunday, the Day of the Resting Lord, a did nothing. I have mixed feelings from this. deadline is not endangered, but... a dead day nevertheless.
Are there some of you who like doing what you do and continue some 360 days a year, major holidays excluding?
Just curious. How do deal with such writers (or whoevers) block?
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