Word Vomit.

I want to blog about something, but I'm not sure what. Could be the half-written posts about my new house, my old house, my brother, pictures of bar carts or holiday scenes. But I just don't feel like it. I'm exhausted. And creatively-drained. Staring at my inbox is brutal. Staring at the boxes and dishes and clothes scattered throughout my un-unpacked house is a bore. I'm distracted. I keep making lists - for this trip, for the house, for clients, for life, for this blog, for groceries - but can't seem to cross anything off.

Life. It'll get you sometimes.