a) e-mails and tasks for the Kriti festival -- they are never-ending, and I keep thinking I've forgotten something critically important, often because I have
b) smart, thoughtful people who nonetheless cannot seem to see beyond the end of their own noses; I am pretty sure it would be poor etiquette to reach out and shake them
c) not writing any fiction for two weeks now; I had a reason or two, but now they are evaporated, like dust on the wind -- which is a terrible simile, and evidence that perhaps it's just as well I haven't been writing
d) not getting enough sleep, not getting enough sleep, not getting enough sleep, not getting enough sleep, not getting enough sleep
I swear, if it weren't for my garden, my children, my students, and my tea, I would have completely lost it by now.