Gray again, it seems to be the new normal. Maybe snow, maybe not, but yesterday it was like a snow globe, at least for a while.
My neck and shoulder still hurt, which is clearly annoying, given they are both very useful for typing. Alas.
And as soon as I mentioned the gray, a circle of blue appeared in the sky, the sun bright off the clouds. I guess the weather is contrary, like, it seems, a whole lot of people today.
(Uh oh. I just dropped a pin. Good luck to my feet. Not sure how it vanished so quickly.)
I’m having one of those running in quicksand weeks, as fast as I go, the slower I feel. Maybe it’s all the information coming at us at once; maybe it’s the weather; maybe it’s me.
Maybe I need to learn how to skim across the top. That would be handy.
I’m going to to work on that, and you have a terrific Tuesday.
There might sorta kinda be some sunshine lurking, but all it’s doing right now is making the clouds glarey bright. I’m ever-so-slightly less sluggish than yesterday, but that’s not saying much.
Not saying much at all.
Yesterday was packed with errands, some not really for me, and today I ponder the undone like a detached stranger. Someone should do it, but it certainly doesn’t feel like that someone should be me.
Still waiting on that robot butler, books and movies about same be darned.
At least my brain is curious today, “darned” led me to socks which led me to thinking about a pattern I saw yesterday for socks, which then led me to wondering how commercial socks are manufactured, and I promise you as soon as we’re done here I’ll be looking for videos.
So the 21st century isn’t all duds.
I will venture off, hoping for the productivity well to kick into full production, and I wish you the very best of Tuesdays.
UPDATE: Of course there’s a “How it’s Made” about socks, if you’re interested.
It’s chilly today, which I suppose it has the right to be, given it’s February. Still I can hear the wind rattling, feel it in that bite in the air. The sky is slung with low, flat clouds, and everything’s a dingy shade of sepia.
So much for sunshine.
I’m halfway through my coffee, and my mind is slow, halting. Uninvigorated from my workout, though it was a workout demanding of thought.
I need to reheat it. It’s gone cold. The coffee, I mean. And maybe my mind.
My cough has largely abated, though of course the moment I thought it, it started up again, as coughs are such contrary things. Such an attitude.
Things piled up while I had that virus that felt like it was never leaving, and I have much to unpile. Meanwhile, have a great Tuesday.
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.
On Sunday I braved some frigid, frigid temps to go to Michael’s and buy yarn. So much yarn.
So very much yarn.
In my defense, I had a great coupon. And the yarn was on sale. But purchases beget other purchases and now I need something in which to store all that yarn.
I did get a reusable shopping bag where I have the yarn for the project I’m crocheting right now, and it’s got a zebra with a crown of flowers and I ask you, how does a person resist such a thing?
Besides, right now, crochet is a thing that I need. There are worse habits to feed.
It’s still frigid, but it’s gleaming outside like an ice cube, the sky a bright, cool blue except at the horizon, where even now there’s a faint band of color. Maybe the sun didn’t feel like getting up this morning.
I get it.
This is January in Chicago, determined sunshine with no warmth at all, and it’s its own kind of beautiful.
Less beautiful is the state of my manuscript, so I’m going to get on to that. I hope you have a fabulous Tuesday.
Still in Grayville over here. Looks warmer, though; most of the snow is gone, patches of a color more green than it should be in January now bigger than the white ones.
I’m drinking my coffee but not drinking it enough, I think, I’m still woolly-headed and my alarm sliced through the very middle of a dream.
A busy dream.
Busy with what, I don’t know. I also don’t know why I can’t just have dreams that involve sitting quietly somewhere pleasant. That seems relaxing.
Editing went not too terribly yesterday, though it did highlight how many problems I have earlier in the manuscript. But that’s what getting your hands dirty, getting up to your elbows in the muck of the mess of the manuscript, is all about.
Or so I tell myself. For me, it’s the hardest part.
Anyway, I’m going to Tuesday my own Tuesday, and you have a terrific one yourself.
It’s very gray out today, and not in the going to snow kind of way. Just flat and colorless.
Might be fitting.
It’s been a long week and it’s only Tuesday. Funny how some weeks are like that, each day grinding along like some of the teeth are missing.
Or there are too many teeth. Neither is good.
I feel like I slept a lot but I had strange dreams so I’m not very rested, but the creative part of my brain is buzzing anyway. Probably accounts for the weird dreams too.
Oh well. This year I’d like to keep focused on the idea that forward motion is forward motion, no matter how small. In other words, eyes front, people.
Have a great Tuesday.