I know, I was gonna talk about hair and stuff and then I got distracted. Tomorrow.
Wrote four days this week, which is an improvement, but didn’t get a lot done. Still working with my bedtime screen addiction – I start with my iPad, sometimes as early as 7:30, and can keep going till 1:30. I guess because I’m snug in bed, cats are all around me, Richie’s beside me, and there’s nothing I’m supposed to do (but sleep). But it means I get up late and feel logy and …
Well, it’s a hard time of year. Vermont is very dark in the winter, we’re currently strapped so there’s no getting out, and everything feels stagnant. I feel like I need a kick in the butt or something. But I shall persevere.
I was hoping hoping that the Patriots would lose, because of that cheating, ball-deflating, cheetoh-loving quarterback, but I guess the truth is he’s really good at what he does, and fuck politics (if you’ll pardon the expression). I made wings for the first time (we actually mainly watched the Puppy Bowl and the Kitten Bowl and even a little bit of the Fish Bowl, but that one was pretty boring). Messy things, aren’t they? (the wings, though the puppies and kittens can be too). I dread the clean-up. (You mean I haven’t cleaned up yesterday’s dishes? Why no, she says innocently).
Okay, kick in the butt week. Picture me dancing … omygod, I suddenly realized what my word for 2017 should be. It’s dancing! Leaping and twirling in joy, sliding and jumping and doing the tarantella to fight off demons. So today I shall dance. (The sad thing being I sure as hell can’t dance – I can barely walk – but my soul can dance, so I’m dancing).
So. Writing. Playing with my dolls, goddammit (the entire weekend spent without any sewing or tinkering).
What’s on your agenda?