Is today another two-cup of coffee day?
How do I feel about that?
Ask me later when I’m trying to go to sleep.
Today there’s an odd golden light through mist or rain, not sure which. It looks a bit like sunset, though it’s only 10:30 in the morning. But time’s been weird, so who really knows.
And yes, I have that other cup of coffee now. Sitting right there beside me. Doing its thing.
At least today I feel more mellow than draggy. Not extra-perky, not by any stretch of the imagination, but at least conscious in this reality.
Which is about all anyone could ask for, really.
So I’m taking my coffee and doing Tuesday. Have a great day.
I am just not in gear today. I have another cup of coffee going, there was never an “if” with it, and I’m trying to get myself in motion.
My shirt was on backwards this morning, to give you an idea.
The weekend was great, busy and fun, and the truth is I ate all the things I wanted to eat. Whether that means I’m on my way to a headache I guess only time will tell.
Though at least the coffee seems to be kicking in. Thank goodness for that.
It’s bright and sunny after a partially rainy weekend. Yesterday started with bold thunderstorms, and it seemed impossible that the Air & Water Show would happen. But it did. I didn’t see much, I was too far away from the lakefront, but the planes buzzed overhead now and then anyway.
Confession time. I had a little bit of chocolate with the second cup of coffee and I think that’s the miracle worker.
Well I’m off to try to climb the mountain of Monday. Have a wonderful day.
Fancy magazines talk about “rotating your art,” which is what I suppose I recently did, though “art” makes it sound much fancier. They’re pieces I’ve picked up, from art fairs to Michael’s, just because I like them. And sometimes you get tired of staring at the same things.
So I did a little rearranging. Not sure if I like it, but that’s OK, I can always reshuffle. It’s freeing.
In the smallest of ways.
Sometimes a tiny change is all we need. A little variance, something only slightly different. It switches up the way we see things, makes us notice things we’ve looked at blankly for ages.
Not a whole lot of investment. Not a whole lot of risk.
And that’s where my brain is on this Wednesday. Have a marvelous day.
I have to tell you about this miniseries I’ve been watching, “Sara Dane.” It’s set in the early days of Australia and was made in the 80s and the combination of those two factors is utterly delightful.
It’s surfacey and skims over the ugliness and reality, which is what we all need right now. Sure some bad things happen but ten minutes later no one’s talking about them anymore.
Sadly I am nearly finished.
I had another groggy morning, and I don’t understand why it is on the mornings I cannot sleep in I really need to and on the mornings that I can I wake up early with no hope of going back to sleep. It seems vastly unfair.
Maybe not vastly.
So perhaps less groggy than yesterday but not quite peppy. Peppy would be nice. Coffee is helping but not curing.
The cheesiness of an 80s miniseries saga sure does help though.
Have a super Wednesday.
It’s Tuesday, all Tuesday, and I’m struggling with online forms which shouldn’t be so tough to do. I think it’s me.
The weather looks just as unfocused, like it would rain if it could get it together. I empathize, weather. I empathize.
It was one of those mornings when I woke up groggy, I could have kept sleeping if I didn’t have to get up, and my brain doesn’t want to get into gear. I had busy dreams and now a bit of a headache, and I’m hoping to manage a slow trudge through Tuesday.
Forward, but perhaps not at a sprint.
You and I both know I probably should have had more coffee.
But on we go, regardless. I hope you have a fantastic Tuesday.
I am not thinking in a straight line today. My thoughts are like bees, zigging and zagging.
I’d say like butterflies flitting, but they’re not pretty and they’re not graceful and I think they’re packing a sting.
Terrible events over the weekend, and it’s clear that we are mired here, in this place where bad things get worse, left to fester under the smirking face of a certain turtle-like man. We do not deserve him, and I say that not in the usual “he’s too good!” kind of way people do.
He’s not too good. He’s not good. He has no good within him, and that is abundantly clear.
And from that, the rest flows.
I’ve got my coffee and I’ve emptied the dishwasher, so at least I have that going for me. It’s sunny with fat, fluffy clouds and it feels as though the Earth has had enough of our nonsense, it’s going to do what it’s going to do.
Here’s hoping today is a day of many words of the writing variety. Have a great Monday.