So I was going to do a post about the painting of the nightstands (I know, extra exciting!) but this week is just too hot to get the second one going. Stay tuned for that scintillating future post!

I’m waiting for Cup 2 of coffee to finish brewing in an amount of time that could be studied by scientists for its unusual viscous quality, and thinking about doing things the “easy” way. I’ve always felt like I’m constantly off the path. I can see it, sometimes, and it looks so smooth, so casual, so breezy.

In the way that a path can be breezy.

And here I am as though I’m running an endless marathon with a pebble in my shoe. Or several pebbles in my shoes. Over unstable ground. With huge holes. And snakes. Probably snakes. Also wasps. I hate wasps.

Probably one of the biggest drawbacks to being a writer is having the ability to express how it feels to be a writer. Nothing is certain, not the ideas, not the words, not the audience.

Cup 2 is ready. Hope it works, because my brain is currently a tangle of damp cotton candy. But you could probably tell.

Often when people talk about “easy,” they say it like this: “taking the easy way out,” as if there’s an inherent wrongness to eschewing the hard way. Easy can refer to cheating (which always seems like more trouble than learning, but whatever) or crime, but if you ask me, which you didn’t, but you’re here, so let’s pretend you did, also seems like a lot of effort.

Is there an “easy” you’ve chosen over “hard?” And no egg jokes, come on, we’re above that.

Hope your Thursday is going well.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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