My Muse on Chemo

Someone had written somewhere, “My muse has covid.” And yes, that’s me, that’s the thing I keep thinking, except my muse got cancer in a covid world. I’ve been considering taking a break from this blog for a couple of reasons. For one, I’m not funny anymore. I’VE BECOME BORING! Some of you may think I was always boring, but seriously, I’m more boring than I used to be. 

I think it was not cancer nor covid that stole my muse; I think it was chemo. My brain is slower. I have less pizazz than I used to. Less sassy, less irony, less poke-at-the-world and smile. 

Instead, I’m sad. I’m anxious. My old demons haunt me more than they have for years. It makes it hard for me to produce the light, slightly funny, wirily amusing blog that I’d like to produce. 

Meanwhile I could plod ahead, unfunnily posting determinedly, even if no one reads it anymore, and be grateful that I am, at least, mostly coherent, and for now, at least, definitely still alive.

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