grey spring day
It feels like admitting defeat when I realize I don't have anything to write here.
Sometimes I don't, though! Or, nothing to write that I want to write here.
I had an okay day. It was overcast. I sorted and arranged dozens of printed shirts, and put sensors on itty bitty shorts, for three hours. The printed shirts were like very large, soft tank-tops with enormous pictures of elephants on them, or kittens in rainbow colors, or shiny bold letters that said things like, Ganster Napper or My two best friends are lime and salt. There are a lot of them. Apparently they're really going to sell.
The weather couldn't quite decide if it was going to rain or be sunny, and settled for an in-between that meant I had to frequently switch between using my sunglasses and my hood. But it wasn't very cold, and it never actually really rained. Just enough to make everything glisten damply. The lichens stood out on the trees, and the new leaves looked very bright.
Sometimes I don't, though! Or, nothing to write that I want to write here.
I had an okay day. It was overcast. I sorted and arranged dozens of printed shirts, and put sensors on itty bitty shorts, for three hours. The printed shirts were like very large, soft tank-tops with enormous pictures of elephants on them, or kittens in rainbow colors, or shiny bold letters that said things like, Ganster Napper or My two best friends are lime and salt. There are a lot of them. Apparently they're really going to sell.
The weather couldn't quite decide if it was going to rain or be sunny, and settled for an in-between that meant I had to frequently switch between using my sunglasses and my hood. But it wasn't very cold, and it never actually really rained. Just enough to make everything glisten damply. The lichens stood out on the trees, and the new leaves looked very bright.