Yesterday I met a friend for a quick coffee break. I needed the fresh air and company, and it just so happened that our schedules aligned.
“I’m feeling uninspired with my writing,” I lamented over a sip of my iced coffee. Maybe you’ve noticed, maybe you haven’t, but I haven’t been blogging like I used to. When my writing wanes and the muses leave me, I feel detached from the world, like I’m missing an important limb.
So forgive me for this incredibly lame, cop-out of a blog post, but this is all I have today.
Thinking—about going to a farm sanctuary in Woodstock to play with baby goats (naturally)
Enjoying—a few days away, to recharge the batteries, and also this old pic of my mom (left), my uncle Sherman, and my mom’s friend taken in Paris (undated)
Feeling—productive. I’m dog/housesitting for my parents and yesterday I went to Target to pick up wicker baskets so that they can find their kitchen table again (it has been buried under magazines since the 90s). This is my (almost final) project:
Wearing—pajamas. I had a phone call with my team and a mountain of emails to get though; not in the “getting dressed for the day” phase yet
Listening—to the sounds of Pedro snoring on my lap
Eating—nothing yet… but peanut butter Puffins are on the menu for breakfast
Holy poop, I mentioned coffee five times in this post! What about you? What’s on your currently list?