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.
Better hop to it.
I hope you have an excellent Tuesday.
Not in a definitive frame of mind today. Do I want to blog?
Make inroads in those pesky pesky projects lurking just beyond this blog in the pile of words yet unwritten?
Chuck it all in and feed a different part of my brain all together today?
The one thing I do not want to do today is marinate in the awful goings-on of the world. Just today.
There’s a constriction in ambivalence, the narrowing of roads when a decision is made. Wait long enough, and sometimes the decision is made for you.
Regardless, it’s Monday, and Monday it will do. Have a great one.
So Twitter is glitchy today and the lack of it has me realizing how many “just five minuteses” of my attention are consumed by it.
Many, many five minuteses.
In some ways, it creates an urgency, the latest comments, the latest news, the latest speculation.
So, so much speculation.
And even though I know it’s fruitless, at least for the time-being, I’m still posting on Twitter.
It’s pretty out, no longer scorching, and maybe today will be the first in a long streak where it doesn’t suddenly turn dark and start pouring. But who’s to say.
Meanwhile, I’m venturing into Wednesday entirely Twitterless.
Well, not entirely.
I’ll probably even try tweeting this post anyway. Have a great Wednesday.
Yesterday was such a Monday I didn’t even post a picture with the blog. Now that’s Monday.
Today is not Monday, as it’s Tuesday, and as such I hope to at least manage some kind of image up there. Fingers crossed. (UPDATE: I did it! Photo accomplished.)
We’ve got fluffy clouds and summer temps and not enough coffee but that’s a daily issue. It would be nice if scientists got to inventing a caffeine with all of the benefits and none of the drawbacks.
I suspect Aunty Ida could handle that.
The great thing about a finished blog post is all the times I got distracted writing it get smoothed away. Unless I tell on myself as I did right then.
And distracted I was, by those self-same fluffy clouds and assorted other shiny things. I’m definitely feeling the lazy drone of summer, it’s nearly hypnotic.
But off I go to be productive in some form or another. Have a great Tuesday.
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.
It’s pretty chilly for June. Last year, we were steaming away with incredibly high temps, and this year, it’s feeling like April.
I’ll take the cooler temperatures but I’m not sure everyone would agree.
Yesterday’s can-do optimism has given way to something else, something waterlogged with the news that just keeps going, with one ridiculous thing after another.
Exhausting stories of endless entitlement and unearned privilege, of shocked horror at consequences for actions, of people who should stay quiet asserting they have the right to be front and center.
You have to wonder if this is all deliberate, stuck as we are in the minds of writers. I feel like it’s shifted to Bradbury at this point.
Maybe more coffee would help. I’ll think about that.
Regardless, off I go into the great expanse that is Tuesday. Have a fabulous day.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re a little unfair to Monday. I mean, there it is, just doing its Monday thing, getting the week going after a weekend of inertia.
It’s got to be a rough gig.
No one ever says “Thank goodness it’s Monday!” It doesn’t have restaurants named after it, there are no Twitter trends with “yay” right in the name.
“Monyay” doesn’t have the same ring.
But Mondays do bring with them a unique gift: a new start, each and every week. Even if the official start of the week is Sunday.
See how a day could get grumpy?
Let’s try to embrace the Mondayness of it all, and make it a real sleeve-roller-upper.
Have a great Monday.
Well behind us. Thank all that’s thankable for that.
The day did not improve, as the Roomba immediately wedged itself again, and then another string of annoyances. But yesterday was yesterday, today today, and never the twain shall meet.
And here we are.
It’s another stunningly beautiful day, and so far things seem to be somewhat less out to get me. Nothing’s jumped out of the fridge at me, so I’d call that a bonus.
Otherwise, not much to report today, I’m feeling languidly reflective, despite my coffee. Perhaps there should be more in my future.
And with that, I launch myself into Tuesday. Have a great day.