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Writer's Block: The Meaning of Life
Feb. 10th, 2012 06:26 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
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Feb. 10th, 2012
Drip Grind
Feb. 10th, 2012 07:05 pmAnother drizzly day arrived today, but at least I got to open the windows for a couple of hours yesterday when the afternoon was briefly mild. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have fresh air indoors. It made me more anxious for spring to arrive, and the scent of spurge laurel intensified that desire. I can't smell the spurge laurel today, of course, and I hope the rain doesn't completely wash away the scent, as it's just about my favorite smell this time of year and I look forward to having around for several days.
But it looks like the rainishness could last through the weekend, so yesterday might have brought the only scent of spurge laurel I'll get this year. I ought to have been careful what I wished for. All I wanted was for the lawn to get a bit greener!
I'm still sleeping in split shifts, about four hours last night and four hours today. It's the oddest sleep schedule I've ever had, though certainly not the most distressing. It would be nice to get back to something closer to normal soon, but I won't be holding my breath. Or maybe I should hold my breath. That might knock me out at the right time of day for me to sleep seven or eight hours in row.
Yes, the single sentence describing my life (previous entry) was sad. I think that's the first time I ever answered one of those writer's block questions. I'll probably never answer another.
But it looks like the rainishness could last through the weekend, so yesterday might have brought the only scent of spurge laurel I'll get this year. I ought to have been careful what I wished for. All I wanted was for the lawn to get a bit greener!
I'm still sleeping in split shifts, about four hours last night and four hours today. It's the oddest sleep schedule I've ever had, though certainly not the most distressing. It would be nice to get back to something closer to normal soon, but I won't be holding my breath. Or maybe I should hold my breath. That might knock me out at the right time of day for me to sleep seven or eight hours in row.
Yes, the single sentence describing my life (previous entry) was sad. I think that's the first time I ever answered one of those writer's block questions. I'll probably never answer another.