Thurs. June 1, 2023: Derailed By A Nap
image courtesy of Christophe Schindler via pixabay.comThursday, June 1, 2023
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Sunny and warm
Hop on over to see the latest on the garden on Gratitude and Growth. I even posted some of my own photos.
Today’s serial episode is from Legerdemain:
Episode 90: Drinks & Dynamics
With love on the rocks & murder in the air, things get interesting.
Yesterday was rather a lost day, in spite of the edits on episodes of Legerdemain and REP, and getting laundry done. I worked on the blurb for my friend’s book. I’m not satisfied with it, so I’ll do some more work on it today and get it out to her tomorrow. I typed up a long email response to an old friend, disagreeing with him on a few points, shall we say.
I did a library run, picking up more books than expected, and finding out what I needed to do to set up an appointment on the genealogy computer. I will try to set up something for next week. Swung by the liquor store on the way home.
The noise from the heavy machinery at the library across the street has hit a critical combustion point for me. It’s been months. I’m tired of the constant beeping. I’m tired of being shaken out of bed at 6 AM (well, on the days I’m still in bed). I’m tired of things falling off shelves and the walls because of the vibration. Enough already.
I couldn’t deal with lunch, so I picked up an order from Craft Food Barn, which I’ve wanted to try since we moved here. My mom had grilled gruyere on sourdough, with bacon, tomato, baby spinach, and garlic aioli. I had turkey, apple, and brie. We shared an order of French fries. Huge portions and delicious. The fries could have been a little crisper, but other than that, it was great.
Did two small client projects. Got an email back from my friend that kind of left me thinking WTF? But whatever. Substack was down for a bit, but I finally managed to make the rounds for The Process Muse and Angel Hunt. Realized I hadn’t made the two TikTok episode videos for Angel Hunt for the week, so I did that, and uploaded the one for the day.
And my brain just shut down. I ended up taking a nap (I hardly ever nap), and then enjoying the first Blue Angel cocktail of the season on the front porch. I started reading Dore Schary’s autobiography HEYDAY, about his days working his way up from playwright/screenwriter to studio exec. One of his first screenwriting partners was Ethel Hill, and now I’m curious about her.
The House passed the debt ceiling bill, albeit with drama queen moments. Now it goes to the Senate, where I’m sure Sinema and Manchin will pull some more drama queen shit. I’m trying to be hopeful – June will be so much easier if we don’t default. And all this screaming about another recession? If we have one, this time around, it is completely manufactured by corporations. We don’t have to fall into that trap.
Even though I was exhausted, the nap derailed my sleep, and I’m even more tired this morning. But meditation will help.
There are a bunch of things I need to get done today, and even more I should get done, but I have no idea if they will happen. I’m playing the day by ear. On the agenda for the weekend is some rest, since I’ve been pushing hard the last few weeks.
Have a good one.
