That’s an odd phrase, when you think about it. Why would the wise need a word? Wouldn’t they already know, being wise and all?
There’s disembodied music drifting in from outside, and I think it’s utterly unfair I can’t choose the playlist. At least give me some options, for goodness sake.
I put on my own music. Take that.
Though if I’m going to write I’ll have to switch to classical because lyrics tend to throw me off. Yep, the outside music is pretty annoying.
Anyway, point being that sound carries. Even if you don’t think it carries. It really really carries. And maybe take pity on a writer who can’t manage to block out the music that must be damaging your hearing it’s so loud.
See? Only thinking of them.
Off to Wednesday it up, while trying not to let that music get too irritating. Have a good one.
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.
It sure is Monday. This feels like the Mondayist of Mondays.
It’s not bad out, it’s pretty in that whispery, silvery-blue way, but I had to retype the start of that sentence because my fingers were on the wrong keys. So yeah, Monday.
And the start of July. Wow.
I think I need more caffeine in my life. My sleep and my nerves disagree, but maybe we can work something out.
There’s always tea, right?
It was a quiet weekend, yesterday I found an Australian show on Prime called “Spirited” and though only the first season is available, loved it. It’s weird and entertaining and it has Super Hans and if you don’t know who Super Hans is you’re clearly lacking in your British television department.
(He’s from “Peep Show.” It’s this very cringey-yet-funny comedy. I think it’s on Hulu.)
So I have to disengage from lazy mode and try to get focused. Have a great Monday.
Don’t mean to shock you, but it’s gray again today. Heavy clouds and maybe rain and not nearly July at all.
So difficult to believe this year is half-through, but the calendar proves it. Slow-moving disasters sure fly by in retrospect.
It’s quiet, though, not much traffic, and what I hear is hushed, like the cars are also waiting for the rain.
It’s a good day for writing.
I got out this weekend, Saturday was beautiful, and went to the Chicago Botanic Garden. For some reason I looked at it like a person visiting from somewhere else, and took in how sweeping the gardens are, how vast, how varied. What a gorgeous place.
The break was good. I haven’t looked at my photos yet, though. I should probably do that. I don’t think I got anything spectacular, but we’ll see.
So a’Mondaying we shall go. Hope you have a wonderful one.