"Strangely quiet/ For now the storm simply rests/ to strike again..."
Hello, Friday! Didn't we just meet a moment ago? Nice to see ya, Good Lookin'. Say, is that a new dress? I like you in russet and stormy gray and gold. IS THAT A SUGAR MAPLE LEAF in your hair? Who does your make-up?
Sunday: Watched Doctor Who and Sherlock at the Shaws. Ate good Cow Meat. Was very happy. Mrs. Q said, "If you love me, don't go to Rhode Island."
If I forget you, Mrs. Q, may my right hand be forgotten too. I know that letters are no match for my dirty feet and ragged hair and RED RED CHEEKS showing up at your door, but Chicago doesn't have an OCEAN, is the thing. And I am restless.
She's one of my regrets. I only have a very few. Hardly a handful. But it's like holding flame. I have to hide that hand in a fist, and shove that fist into a pocket, so that it doesn't blind me.
Monday: Woke up, finished book, took bath, read another book, Patty arrived, food, walk, writing time, picked up the Girl Detective and her consort from airport, ate at Leona's...
Tuesday: Woke up, walked to post office, submitted Lady of Shades (for better or for worse), worked all day, came home, read book, noodled online, went to bed.
Wednesday: Woke up, went to work, Patty picked me up, WENT TO DOLLAR STORE, bought stuff, came home, made googly-eyed bookmarky things, packaged books, made a pile of manilla envelopes that teetered and swayed, watched EXECRABLE AND PUERILE AND EYE-BLEEDINGLY UNFUNNY movie with Patty (said movie entitled, "Your Highness"), spent a good half hour in the dark winding down telling each other about the epic fantasy movies WE'D make given half the chance and the budget (Patty's is a pirate movie starring Joseph Gordon Levitt, whom she's sweet on, as a kind of cabin boy?), and went to bed still mumbling and snarky.
Thursday: Woke up, went to work, work work work work work, long day, got home at nine, was asleep by 9:30... DO YOU SEE A PATTERN HERE???
Actually, I've not been feeling all that TOP O' THE TREES this week. It's been gorgeous and dramatic, Brontë skies, high winds, sweeps of rain... But my throat's been mildly irritated since Monday and my head's slightly fuggy and my brain just isn't really working in any kind of clever or amiable way.
But today I feel very relaxed, possibly because I slept for 10.5 hours and woke up saying, "Ha!" to an extremely funny (but terribly inappropriate for LJ) thing someone in my dream said.
It's a quiet day today, but I'm wearing sparkly gold eyeshadow, and that HAS to count for something, aye?
I WISH I HAD MORE INTERESTING THINGS TO TELL YOU! And I just might. Who knows? WEIRDER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED!!!
Until then...
Sunday: Watched Doctor Who and Sherlock at the Shaws. Ate good Cow Meat. Was very happy. Mrs. Q said, "If you love me, don't go to Rhode Island."
If I forget you, Mrs. Q, may my right hand be forgotten too. I know that letters are no match for my dirty feet and ragged hair and RED RED CHEEKS showing up at your door, but Chicago doesn't have an OCEAN, is the thing. And I am restless.
She's one of my regrets. I only have a very few. Hardly a handful. But it's like holding flame. I have to hide that hand in a fist, and shove that fist into a pocket, so that it doesn't blind me.
Monday: Woke up, finished book, took bath, read another book, Patty arrived, food, walk, writing time, picked up the Girl Detective and her consort from airport, ate at Leona's...
Tuesday: Woke up, walked to post office, submitted Lady of Shades (for better or for worse), worked all day, came home, read book, noodled online, went to bed.
Wednesday: Woke up, went to work, Patty picked me up, WENT TO DOLLAR STORE, bought stuff, came home, made googly-eyed bookmarky things, packaged books, made a pile of manilla envelopes that teetered and swayed, watched EXECRABLE AND PUERILE AND EYE-BLEEDINGLY UNFUNNY movie with Patty (said movie entitled, "Your Highness"), spent a good half hour in the dark winding down telling each other about the epic fantasy movies WE'D make given half the chance and the budget (Patty's is a pirate movie starring Joseph Gordon Levitt, whom she's sweet on, as a kind of cabin boy?), and went to bed still mumbling and snarky.
Thursday: Woke up, went to work, work work work work work, long day, got home at nine, was asleep by 9:30... DO YOU SEE A PATTERN HERE???
Actually, I've not been feeling all that TOP O' THE TREES this week. It's been gorgeous and dramatic, Brontë skies, high winds, sweeps of rain... But my throat's been mildly irritated since Monday and my head's slightly fuggy and my brain just isn't really working in any kind of clever or amiable way.
But today I feel very relaxed, possibly because I slept for 10.5 hours and woke up saying, "Ha!" to an extremely funny (but terribly inappropriate for LJ) thing someone in my dream said.
It's a quiet day today, but I'm wearing sparkly gold eyeshadow, and that HAS to count for something, aye?
I WISH I HAD MORE INTERESTING THINGS TO TELL YOU! And I just might. Who knows? WEIRDER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED!!!
Until then...