Skating on ice...

My days, since Christmas, seem to be taken up with mundane tasks, which take three times as long as they used to. Writing was always so easy, like skating on ice, and spelling came naturally. Now it feels more like a chore, to set my thoughts down with any coherence, and my fingers don’t seem to land where they should. For every other word I need to press ‘backspace’, to tidy up my mistakes…