THE DAY
I know that many folks don’t like rainy days, but I don’t mind them at all. First off, water is good (well, within limits; if you’re in a flood plain…maybe not so much). Second, my desk is positioned in front of a big sliding glass door. This is nice if I want to look at scenery (I rarely do; I’m there to work, not gawk) but a real killer when the sun comes streaming through at about 10 or so. Then it’s me squinting against glare and worrying about my computer frying in the heat. Eventually, I’ll replace the sliders with something more practical, like French doors with built-in blinds. But you can only do so many projects before your life degenerates into rounds of contractors–and it’s not my job.
Anyway, today was rainy and gray, and that was fine. This is why God invented light boxes. Plus, it really is easier for me to work when it’s gray. Don’t know why. Just is.
I was also blessedly only a little headache-y this morning. Monkeying around with med regimens helps. It’s still there, lingering at the margins, but I seem to recall that I slept relatively well last night, too. (The nights when I don’t remember waking up to fret are good ones.)
Not that I didn’t fret today. Spent most of the day firmly planted in my work chair, breaking away only to work out and then come right back. I had planned on a visit to a local place but decided against it. Plenty of time for that later in the week, and I’ve got a full week’s worth of stuff scheduled in the afternoons. I just needed this concentrated time.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Dark Side of the Moon
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Blog Post: 690
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What I’m Watching:
Nothing remotely edifying or enlightening or good for me. Tried out a new series, The Chosen. Not bad. Funny thing was I kept thinking that the lead looked so familiar then finally put together that it’s the same guy who played Peter in the original Heroes. I ain’t gonna lie: Peter was my least favorite character. OTOH, the entire show went to pot after the first year, so…
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What I’m Reading:
Last night, stuck to my word and started into Pet Sematary again. You know…it’s predictable. But it’s Stephen King, and frankly…there’s not that much left of his stuff for me to read that I’d really want to. (No, don’t even talk to me about The Dark Tower series; not my cuppa.)
Tonight, I may or may not be virtuous again and read for research. But my brain is still tired. I’m tired. It’s only 8 p.m., and I’m ready for bed. I haven’t had dinner yet, but I don’t really care. Headaches really take it out of you.
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What I’m Listening to:
One thing I noticed today was that I didn’t mind a radio set to a low mutter. I couldn’t make out the words; I don’t listen to music much at all anymore because then I have to stop and actually listen, if you know what I mean; music is complicated and deserves attention. We’re talking classical now. I’m hopeless when it comes to anything popular. Never enjoyed it much, probably because my parents didn’t.
Anyway, the radio, a bit. Couldn’t tell you what was on.
Nothing else–no audiobooks–for the moment. Although I like the narrator, I found Hickham’s Rocket Boys too treacly, too much halcyon days of yore even when things are awful and grueling. Or it might be the headache. I lose patience easily, even with the cats. The husband . . . goes without saying.
