Over the next several weeks I will be experimenting with my writing in hopes to hit a new groove and get my books finished.  So be prepared for some nonsense and, I hope, fun.

     I have been in such a horrible brain freeze for almost a year now, and that frightens me.  I don’t know if it’s my medications or just the stress of daily life here at Casa Doggonedmysteries.

     Stress like today.  I hear The Curmudgeon’s voice come over the phone which wakes me with a jolt.  Then, with heart pounding and adrenalin taking a quick jog though my system, I dashed to downstairs to find him on the kitchen floor.  I couldn’t get him up.

     Once I made him comfortable, I dashed back upstairs to get dressed, and then ran over to get the neighbor to help.  He got The Curmudgeon up and to his chair.  We haven’t had a day like this since he started the new medication.  I hope this is an aberration.

     Later, he was able to go upstairs and climb into bed for a long rest.  After midnight, he came back downstairs and seemed much improved.  Let’s hope the improvement continues.

     You all have a good one.