Rut slut

I find myself in a rut quite often. I will wear basically the same clothes. I will eat basically the same foods. My routine doesn't differ much. The only thing I do which is not applicable here is write. Writing will break me out of the rut and into a whole, new realm of possibilities. It's my escape. My pleasure. My love. I do the same thing day after day. Not much changes. I don't work outside the home anymore. I LOATHE the phone. I'm a hermit with benefits. *grinning*
But the writing. How can you explain to someone who DOESN'T write about the joy? You can't. And lately I've encountered illiterate twits who ask me why I'm on the computer so much. Generally there is a baring of teeth, mine, and an answer forced through clenched teeth. This is my job. I write. I blog. I research. I read other people's blog. I check my e-mail. I have a productive day. By MY standards. When left alone, I can tap out 3,000 words a day. When bothered incessantly, my blood pressure rises and seeing red prohibits typing.
I don't do anything else for myself. Financially it's impossible right now.
So. If I want to move OUT of my rut with the help of my handy dandy computer, what's wrong with that?
Grins*