What's wrong with her?

Pues ... ¿y ahora se puede saber qué te pasa?

It's more than time for a NaNoWriMo report. 
And it's time for more than a NaNoWriMo report.

I have now flunked National Novel Writing Month two years in a row.
Two years of wildfire smoke (still drifting into Portland!) have decked me.
And, though I usually try to pretend that I'm no different from anybody else my age, I have been dealing for the past 25 years with a condition known as ME/CFS. 
Main symptom: tired all the time. 
More tired than that! More tired than you could possibly imagine. And, in recent months, getting worse.

I am full of enthusiasm for projects, including blip-making, novel-writing, poem-writing, art-making, journal-writing, socializing. To paraphrase Robert Browning, "A gal's reach should exceed her grasp / or what's a heaven for?"
But I am now quietly admitting that my reach is considerably beyond my grasp, and possibly will remain so. The days when I could post 500 blips in 500 days are, at least for now, over. 

Honestly, as a keeper of several journals besides this one—a bound book, a scrapbook, a sketchbook, and a computer journal—I have no need to create daily blips as a record of my life. I enjoy photographing, journaling, and commenting, but my primary motivation for remaining on Blip is that over the past five-plus years I have met some lovely people here whom I consider friends. And when I'm not here, I miss them. I miss you. 

Since friends should be honest with friends, I'm letting you know how things are with me. I'm not glum, and you shouldn't be either! I just would like  you to understand that when I'm not present with my posts and comments, I'm having to juggle priorities and use my small energy in ways that seem best to me. 

You're in my thoughts and prayers. I'd be grateful to be in yours.