Fog on the brain

A fog descends on the backside of my brain, filtering old writing and making it ever more obscure. The lilt of new writing vanishes through it. Fortunately, it's a familiar visitor - some combination of too much work, over concentration, lack of sleep, and snacking on foods of questionable nutritional value. However, today, I have visited both the gym and the swim pool, eaten my vegetables, paced my snacking, yet still the fog descends. Time perhaps for a fizzy soda, a good television mystery show, and dreams of life and the arts in the pink pages of the Financial Times. Already, see me write. Tomorrow the fog will lift.