Like sunshine, this morning dawned clear and happy in my life. It's the little things, really...
Oh My God dragging I was this weekend. Thursday and Friday spent in torpid luxury at Michelle's, eating pie and eating more pie. Oh, and turkey.
I even watched the Texas vs. A&M football game more than I read my Mac OsX book, which is unreal. A good game... don't tell Michelle, but I was rooting for A&M because it was more exciting that way...
Texas won, though, even though they played badly.
Saturday I declined to go to Nick's game playing afternoon (Sorry Nick!) so I could do stuff that had to be done... so I did lots of laundry, did a little bit of this and that... moving...very... slowly....
Sunday, practice for Taiji... and another 1/4 of the algebra class.
I'm so much faster than that.
Started two or three times to write this short story, a simple piece, but was clogged and derailed by angst and frustration each time.
Argh!
Even this morning I got two lines in before I ground to a halt... do I tell it as a conversation between roommates, or as entries in his journal?!
But soon after... my mood shifted and the gray lifted and I'm all happy and cheerful again, and even focusing on work.
Well, except for now, when I'm writing here.
And now, with coffee too, I think I'll be able to get my brain back into gear and my wheels on the track and start moving again.
(so much more I could put here, but work calls, and not all things need to be logged in the journal)