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Yes. I've been having it. And I'm not happy about it.
So my apologies for my absence.
I'm working on fixing it.
But right now, I really want to take a nap.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Gray Matter
It's one of those mornings. Rained all night so it's wet and dark outside even though the sun theoretically rose a couple of hours ago.
Kinda matches my mood.
All I really need is a hot shower and for the coffee to kick in. Then I'll be good to go. And my mood will probably pick up when the sun comes out a little later.
At least it's supposed to, according to weather.com. The sun coming out, I mean. No guarantees on my mood.
The forecast is one of those things I never learn from. From which I never learn. (English is weird, isn't it?) Even though I know I can't count on it, I remain eternally hopeful that: the sun appear; we'll get that rain; tomorrow will be a snow day... I could break into song right now. But the advil hasn't kicked in either, so I won't.
Meanwhile, it's barely breakfast for some people and my day is already shot with appointments and obligations. And yet another trip to the grocery store. How does that happen? Will someone please tell me?
The future waits for no one. Especially the unwashed masses with too much to do. I'm off to cleanse my mood. And maybe, if I'm standing up, the coffee will circulate more quickly.
Kinda matches my mood.
All I really need is a hot shower and for the coffee to kick in. Then I'll be good to go. And my mood will probably pick up when the sun comes out a little later.
At least it's supposed to, according to weather.com. The sun coming out, I mean. No guarantees on my mood.
The forecast is one of those things I never learn from. From which I never learn. (English is weird, isn't it?) Even though I know I can't count on it, I remain eternally hopeful that: the sun appear; we'll get that rain; tomorrow will be a snow day... I could break into song right now. But the advil hasn't kicked in either, so I won't.
Meanwhile, it's barely breakfast for some people and my day is already shot with appointments and obligations. And yet another trip to the grocery store. How does that happen? Will someone please tell me?
The future waits for no one. Especially the unwashed masses with too much to do. I'm off to cleanse my mood. And maybe, if I'm standing up, the coffee will circulate more quickly.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Liberation
Sometimes, without planning or foresight, life gets in the way. Before you know it a week or a month has passed.
This past week, it was less about life getting in the way, and more about me having a life.
I had a life these past few days. It's been wonderful. I went to the city and attended a reading of a new play authored by a good friend. The play was engaging and theatrical, and I can't wait to see it produced. I got to visit with friends, eat with friends, drink with friends, shop with friends, and try to avoid the radar of a roving mariachi player. I'd forgotten what it was like to go out, have a cocktail, chat, browse a really big bookstore, and not feel the pressure of needing to get home.
I've also been tapping into my own rusty creativity, singing with my cousin who is becoming my musical partner-in-crime. And she feeds me too. Really well.
It is liberating.
Votes for women!
This past week, it was less about life getting in the way, and more about me having a life.
I had a life these past few days. It's been wonderful. I went to the city and attended a reading of a new play authored by a good friend. The play was engaging and theatrical, and I can't wait to see it produced. I got to visit with friends, eat with friends, drink with friends, shop with friends, and try to avoid the radar of a roving mariachi player. I'd forgotten what it was like to go out, have a cocktail, chat, browse a really big bookstore, and not feel the pressure of needing to get home.
I've also been tapping into my own rusty creativity, singing with my cousin who is becoming my musical partner-in-crime. And she feeds me too. Really well.
It is liberating.
Votes for women!
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