I’m sitting here at 4 in the morning realizing I haven’t had a really good rage attack in a while. 😛
I must be getting boring as I age…
In the past few days I wrote several posts which will never see the light of day. One was called Difficult Men. 😎
Another one had a picture of me in a new dress. 💃
The third one had a whole thing on dating apps, observations and reflections but it’s depressing so I trashed it.
The fourth one was about two miles long and talked about relationships. I can probably take snippets out of that one and craft a proper post around it but that sounds like too much work right now, so meh. Maybe later.
I’m sick of talking about relationships.
I’m sick of thinking about relationships.
I’m sick of relationships. 🙄
I was away for a few days which was wonderful in many ways. I had a great chat with a close friend on a porch overlooking a lake with a loon on it. It was perfect.
I watched a hummingbird hover at a feeder nearby, and there were many dogs around, including the neighbour’s. He came by one evening to look for Twix and was promptly invited to dinner, then the next morning he came back while I had coffee on the deck looking for him again. Twix is 11 and wanted to sleep with the 14 year old Schnoodle so someone must have let him into the cottage in the wee hours…
I was out yesterday and the day before as well. It feels good to be *mostly* normal. The weather however is everything but normal which makes it difficult to do anything outside. They call it a heat dome now… It’s been so humid, everything drips. 🥵
My head’s not into writing anything eloquent or intriguing. It’ll come back. I’m trying to wrap my head around what’s next in my If Not Now When movement, but I think that blue moon a couple of days ago cursed me. 🌚
Perhaps I’ll draw some tarot cards and see what the universe has in store for me.
Good morning. I think 4:30 am is a great time for a first coffee, don’t you? ☕