It really is.

As I compose myself to compose this blog, the maintenance man of my building is cutting a hole in my bathroom ceiling. Forthcoming since cosmetic procedures to address water stains didn’t cut it. When the identified leak source is repaired, I’ll get a new ceiling.

In preparation for this day of reckoning, I had moved everything not nailed down out of the bathroom. This involved emptying a storage unit containing toiletries and magic elixirs so it would be easier for dragging the empty cabinet to its temporary quarters.

In the meantime, it’s suck-it-up-buttercup. I can live with looking at the gap to no man’s land between the second and third floor. I can tolerate the dripping into a tray on top of the tank. I can put up with the minor inconvenience of scrounging around for things placed elsewhere until the renovation is completed.

In my capacity as a writer, I’m forging ahead in the last chapter of my Contemporary work in progress, resuming past 839 words. Any such minor inconvenience has no bearing on my mindset to write. It’s a different story altogether when matters of heavier import weigh on my mind. While I admire those who rally, I tend to lack focus and motivation to put the pedal to the metal.

*May minor inconveniences and unwelcome distractions have little to no impact on your creative endeavors.

My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.

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