It’s cloudy outside and it’s cloudy inside. My head, I mean. It looks like it will rain any second, but the forecast says not until later.
What does it know?
It’s saying lightning, and that seems likely.
Also I can’t be entirely sure it’s not already raining, so you’d think it would at least get THAT right.
I don’t think I got enough sleep last night. No good reason for it; I just took a while to fall asleep and woke up early. So I’m dragging more than usual. Like writing through a mist.
There’s a serious drizzle on my sparkle.
That should be my catchphrase.
I guess I’m going to try to caffeinate myself into some level of technically awake, and hope that I can muddle through from there. Have a great Tuesday.
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.
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’s one of those innocently sunny days, the kind that pretend as though there’s never been a cloud in the sky.
Still it finally looks like summer outside, with the sparkling leaves and lush green grass. Given the amount of rain so far, it better be lush.
I cannot pretend that I am not preoccupied with the thought of children wallowing in filth, in the very conditions that breed epidemics, without proper cooked food, without toothbrushes or soap or blankets or beds. An unabashed evil has taken root, twisted, insatiable.
And there’s no clear way to stop it. Some of the people with the power to stop it are the very source of that evil. Were this a story, there would be some kind of magic, some kind of spell that would end it.
But it isn’t.
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With that, I trudge into Tuesday. Have as nice a day as is possible.
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.
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.
And here comes the thunder. It was already dark and gray and raining, and I just saw a flash of lightning.
The thunder followed, as it does.
And I just got distracted, watching the rain. Today’s rain I see as cleansing, as a harbinger of change, washing away the debris of before, giving chance for everything to begin afresh.
Maybe that’s only my mindset. Who knows.
But I like the sound of it, the hush it brings, the way it mutes the tires of the cars. There is no rush today, there is no beating the rain, the rain is here and by the looks of it, it plans to stay.
It’s a good day for being indoors, a day where outside holds no special call. A day for Getting Things Done.
I hope you have a lovely Tuesday.