Listening to: “Strangelove” by Depeche Mode, Reveal, “Temptation’s ‘bout to Get Me” by The Rascals
The cold hangs on. I had the time to clean the kitchen today, but not the energy. Now it’ll have to be next week. At least nobody cares but me.
Instead I made a half-dozen kid-size bracelets, and then Heather and I took Mousie to the park. We let it go at the base of the big tree as usual, but instead of climbing up it took off toward the street. Then a crow swooped down on it, which made it realize that hey, maybe the tree was a good idea after all. It came running back toward us as if it had decided to come back home. “I’ll live in the jar! I don’t care!” But it scurried up the tree. Hopefully it will survive.
The next item on my jewelry-making schedule was actually a necklace. But the buffer box is so full right now. Guess I have to get more stuff into the shop. I don’t know that I have the mental energy to plan a necklace right now anyway. And I do need to build up the bracelet stock. I only have seven now. With my luck, of course, I’ll probably spend hours making a bunch of them and get absolutely no interest. Or, even better, get adults mad at me that I only made the cheap ones in kid sizes. Entitlement is a powerful Force.
I don’t know whether I can’t think or just don’t have anything in particular to think about. I very much miss the days when I could come up with little practice stories in here. Even just conversations. But nothing comes to mind anymore. My inspiration seems to have contracted itself. Just what I need to work on the books and no more. Sometimes not even that much. I wish I could think of something to blame for that besides myself. I can’t even blame it on the general depressing state of the world, because I lost this long before all this shit came down. It’s a worry, though, because it’s the musing that helps me come up with new ideas. What happens when I finish what I’m working on now? I haven’t had any new ideas for ages.
Would it help if my brain was functioning normally? Whatever that might look like.
Watched: The Bear
What kind of evil sorcery is this? I can’t breathe through my nose, yet it’s dripping almost constantly. UGH!
Watched: Blake’s 7