It’s one of those moments at which I feel compelled to post but I have nothing to say. There are a bunch of people I could call but I don’t want to call any of them. Places to go but I don’t want to go to any of them. There are people and places and things that I’d give limbs to spend time with right now—but none of them are within reach. So—Sunday night and here I am, listening to Coldplay and looking at old photos from the 2000s and drinking more tea.
Earlier it was The Strokes. I should be listening to them still. Less maudlin, better mood. Okay, change made. Sometimes life is simpler than I make it out to be.
The power of music to affect mood is scary. And cool.
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- Shampooed upstairs carpets
- Mowed lawn, front and back
- Fixed swamp cooler
- Watered lawn (finally)
Did not yet manage to:
- Wash dishes
- Mop the hard floors
- Do any actual work work
Look, ma! Look, I now do all of the things you once told me to do but despaired about my ever actually doing!
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I lied. Enthusiasm for watches hasn’t left me.
I think next I want a Hamilton. Either that or a Zodiac Sea Wolf.
“Next.” As though that’s anytime soon.
Okay, I gotta seize control of this thing. I’m tired of being at the mercy of circumstance and fate. What was I saying about spring before?