I used to love watching period dramas. Whatever the period, whatever the drama. But lately, I’ve found they don’t appeal. It’s like the here and now has gotten so backward, I don’t want to draw the past any nearer.
That said, I’m definitely going to watch that nazi-hunting show.
But now I want visions of a future, far off, nearby, it doesn’t matter. Yes, the space ships veer off course–they nearly always veer off course–but humanity hung in long enough to traverse the stars and have a course to veer from.
There’s something about imagining generations after generations, surviving, thriving even perhaps, conquering new problems. Usually new problems we’ve made for ourselves, but that’s the epitome of human nature, it seems.
This phase will end, of course. Probably right around the time I run out of future-set things to watch. But for now I want to keep my eyes ahead, facing forward.
Have a great Monday.
I sound exactly like a frog today. If a frog could talk and we all know some can. I’d like to think I have a more varied vocabulary than most frogs, but with the internet, who knows.
We’re still in gray today, it doesn’t look like that’s changing any time soon, but I don’t think it’s going to snow or rain.
Just be gray. How fitting.
I’m trying to tell this virus what’s what, but it seems it doesn’t want to listen. How dare it. Aside from no voice, I have a cough, but otherwise, I’ve felt worse. Not that I’m sending out any invitations.
I guess I’m not that chatty today, out loud or written, so that’s it for my Wednesday. I hope you have a lovely, cold-free one.
My voice is down an octave at least, and I think I’ve got a cold. Which seems unfair, but there are so many of them this year. But I will fight it.
Let’s go immune system.
It’s gray again, and it might be snow, I think it’s snow, but it’s not very determined about it. It’s quiet today, maybe everyone has colds.
My coffee felt good with my scratchy throat, hot beverages for me today. Many many hot beverages for me.
What’s a winter without a cold, anyway? More pleasant, probably.
The good thing about writing is it doesn’t take much physical exertion. Though I did do my workout this morning, and it did make me feel better.
I’m off to make some tea, probably, or something warm and soothing. You have a wonderful, cough-free Tuesday.
You know those days when you feel out-of-sorts but for no discernible reason? Well, here I am.
I didn’t sleep well, so there was that, but not just that. Lots of little irritations; lots of large irritations; so many irritations.
My workout felt hard this morning, though in all fairness, it felt hard because it was hard, and I’m still feeling it, I guess.
Some Tuesdays are like that. Even in Chicago.
(Bonus points if you get the reference. Bonus points even if you don’t just for hanging around me and my grumpiness.)
Anyway, I’m going to get on with it, irritating or not. Have a wonderful Tuesday.
I am absolutely feeling Monday. Head to toe. It’s all, all Monday.
My dreams may have had aliens or maybe it was just one creepy dude, but I’m pretty sure there was something also with tentacles? Kind of made sense at the time, but I feel like the surrealism followed me right on through to waking.
Outside looks the same as it ever did, though. It’s gray again, there’s the tiniest bit of snow on the ground but the sky looks like there’s plenty more coming. It’s only fair, it’s December, and that’s what December does.
Sky is up and ground is down, and not a sign of a tentacle, so that’s a plus.
I’ve been pressing forward with the crochet, but I got some yarn I don’t really like. It’s acrylic and not at all soft. I’m going to finish the scarf (I’m still on scarves, I’d like to get to hats at some point) and then follow some tips I found online to soften the yarn.
So we’ll see.
And that’s Monday. Editing to do, oh so much editing. Have a great day.
After the holiday week last week, I feel like the days are a little muddled. Not me. It’s definitely the days.
It’s brilliantly sunny today, so bright it’s as though the gray never was, and I woke up with a haze of stress that hasn’t dissipated. I can’t pinpoint it, either.
It’s not like the world is rolling merrily along at the moment.
I had the impeachment hearings on for a second, only long enough to hear a smug professor make a joke about his dog being angry, and that just soured me on the day.
Imagine taking all the information that has come out, knowing that people actually died in Ukraine waiting on aid that would only be released for personal gain, and deciding the best course of action to talk about the legal implications of the proceedings was to make a joke about your dog.
I am so tired of serious things not being taken seriously so that people can avoid accountability. What happened to the party of “personal responsibility?” Oh right.
They never meant themselves.
I’m off to stew and hopefully to edit between the stewing. Have a great Wednesday.
I was making coffee–you know I tend to make coffee–and glanced over at the cup while gathering the rest of my breakfast.
It was not coffee colored.
It looked like watery almond milk, which is precisely what it was. No coffee.
But I’d put coffee in the basket. I know I’d put coffee in the basket.
Well, it turns out the top of the basket, the cover where the the water drips through, was on backward.
DARN YOU MONDAY!!
(Clearly that’s Monday’s fault, and not mine.)
It’s a somewhat cloudy day, and I have to tell you, on this November 4, I am having zero no NaNoWriMo regret. I’m OK with taking November off this year. If the mood strikes, I can always do one of the camps.
Besides, I’ve got editing to do. With some coffee. Make sure all your coffee basket liddy thingies go on the right way, and have a fantastic Monday.