There are more lists of shopping in my notebook than the beginning of paragraphs, or notes that may become inventions, or ideas for blog posts.
My lovely friend was 15 minutes late meeting me for lunch today, which meant that I checked Twitter several times, sent a text message, added a tweet, updated Instagram, eyeballed the door, began on this post (in my notebook) and checked Twitter again. Sitting there in the restaurant on my own made me twitchy. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.
I was able to meet her at all because I took the day off today. Just because I have leave due to me and my company likes me to use it. Leaving bed after I usually arrive at work felt so decadent.
My houndling has found a ball (in that place balls disappear to, I suppose, next to socks) that makes a very satisfying thud when she drops it on the floor. I know this because she’s just dropped the ball on the floor, retrieved it, and dropped it again, three times in a row. Do you think she’s trying to tell me something?
I read most of a whole book this weekend, and I cried at the end of it. It happens seldom, a book causing tears, and leaves me feeling more raw than any emotionally-manipulative episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
(Just five things, just a little snapshot of my brain, and there is a post here. Not very difficult, right?)