Raining when you can't see it
So Master Danger and I just went out into the steamy subtropical early evening for his usual post-supper business in the backyard. I assumed he would be eager to go, but he was strangely recalcitrant, holding himself close to my calf and hesitating at every threshold. I couldn't figure out why.
When we got out, the blinding descent of the sun caught me for a moment. Master Danger hovered, strongly suggesting he wanted to go back inside, although I urged him on.
And then I felt the not-quite-raindrops, afterthought of a passing storm so far away I couldn't hear thunder, from the last trailing wisps. Master Danger glared at me -- "SEE?" -- and then finished and rushed to the backdoor.
Rain I can't see seems to be my metaphorical mood -- if, er, one assumes that rain is bad, which I generally don't. But in this case, we'll go with it.
I've been getting some work done (although not work I want), I've been finishing some tasks (although not enough), and yet I feel vaguely uneasy-depressed. Rain I can't see.
To counter it:
*a good workout this morning
*reading my July Harpers Bazaar UK
*organizing my closet
*having a half-glass of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc
*afterward, drinking water and lemon with ice
And now I think I'll actually write by hand for a while, and pull out an old favorite bit of music, and then do ten minutes of yoga to decompress.
(If Master Danger will let me, that is. He tends to hover in semi-menacing fashion when I try to do any sitting pose.)
Cheers to you, and may you have effective counters against any rain you can't see.
When we got out, the blinding descent of the sun caught me for a moment. Master Danger hovered, strongly suggesting he wanted to go back inside, although I urged him on.
And then I felt the not-quite-raindrops, afterthought of a passing storm so far away I couldn't hear thunder, from the last trailing wisps. Master Danger glared at me -- "SEE?" -- and then finished and rushed to the backdoor.
Rain I can't see seems to be my metaphorical mood -- if, er, one assumes that rain is bad, which I generally don't. But in this case, we'll go with it.
I've been getting some work done (although not work I want), I've been finishing some tasks (although not enough), and yet I feel vaguely uneasy-depressed. Rain I can't see.
To counter it:
*a good workout this morning
*reading my July Harpers Bazaar UK
*organizing my closet
*having a half-glass of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc
*afterward, drinking water and lemon with ice
And now I think I'll actually write by hand for a while, and pull out an old favorite bit of music, and then do ten minutes of yoga to decompress.
(If Master Danger will let me, that is. He tends to hover in semi-menacing fashion when I try to do any sitting pose.)
Cheers to you, and may you have effective counters against any rain you can't see.