Wade in the Snow
I actually haven't been too much wading, but I'm listenting to "Wade in the Water" from the Alvin Ailey performance right this minute.
I'm sorry to see the snow melt, because I know it will turn into slippery slush, which, up to this point, I've been able to stay atop of. I'm just giving it time. It also will give away to rain soon, which I now hate because I love snow.
The frozen F train tracks made it so I could work from home on Monday. That was a wonderful experience. Editing in one's pajamas. Very nice. There's not much going on right now, except the comfortable return to struggling with writing. I had a good conversation with a friend tonight about writing and it inspired me to get going. Then I thought of the mountain ahead and got discouraged. Tomorrow. Right? I meant to grocery shop, but didn't have the patience.I thought the world of online grocery shopping would change my life. Now, after having put it off for two days, I know I might just really hate buying groceries. It's quite sad when I can't even bring myself to do it online.
I can sit in front of a computer for hours on end. But apparently not to shop for food. It's a very strange psychological phenomenon. I'm going to have to break that to the nutritionist on Monday. I'm sick of those appointments. I have one more after this one. They're not really helping, because she didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know. I'm just stubborn. Straight up. At least it's close enough to work. I'd like to give public props to Dave for having the strength to return my glove to me. I said he could use it one night. That was about six years ago. But apparently he got used to it. I'm gonna go try to get some better sleep tonight. I got about four hours last night. That's not cool. Maybe I'll think about not writing tonight. That should help me sleep better. Or maybe I'll spend the rest of the evening lamenting over the fact that I got sucked in to American frickin' Idol tonight. I will not watch it next week. Here's to more snow. Salsa dancing. And California, which I may be visiting soon. Yes mother, you read right.
