I had weird dreams this morning after I woke up too early. They involved “Bob’s Burgers” and an overwhelming sense of unreality.
Which they would.
I’m careening into Tuesday with a caffeine underload (why can’t that be a thing? It should be a thing) and lots of ideas swirling. It’s lovely out, real summer, and I’m wondering how many times is too many times to reheat coffee.
Maybe I should toss in some ice cubes instead. See?
It feels like a nitty-gritty day, which any writer can tell you turns into a Strangest Search Day, a cascading series of rabbit holes, each more banal yet fascinating than the last.
Better hop to it.
I hope you have an excellent Tuesday.