Not a serene, contemplative quiet. A tired out, can’t-take-another-step quiet.
Around here students and teachers are succumbing to colds. Very few are showing up at the gym. There are maybe three posts on my (usually busy) writing group’s board. Although I have a road map for my next novel — and a big editing project ready to go — but I’m having difficulty writing. And tomorrow I have a writing class to teach — I should be motivated! — and I sit here staring at the monitor with nothing prepared.
It’s like somebody hit the Pause button.