Hummingwolf Today

Now Wearing: Long, lightweight, button-down, pale aqua nightgown, plus the usual pair of glasses and a loose band tying my hair back.

Now Seeing: Green leaves and some worrisome wasps outside the window.

Now Hearing: Cicadas, a fan, some random machinery outside.

Music of the Morning: For some reason, I awoke with the compulsion to listen to Maurice Ravel's arrangement of Modest Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition, a piece I hadn't listened to in quite some time. There are two different orchestral recordings of the Pictures in my CD collection, plus the mutant rock version by Emerson, Lake & Palmer. I'm not entirely sure how that happened.

Now Smelling: The canned salmon I'm eating for morning protein.

Now Tasting: See previous. Soon I'll have some oatmeal.

Now Feeling: Sleepy & achy, though I'm doing better than this time yesterday when I was bumping around the house with all the grace of a drunken bumblebee.

Miles Walked Yesterday: About half of one. Must do more today.

Last TV Show Watched: No clue. It was whichever rerun looked interesting before the switchover to digital television, I suppose. When last I checked, I could get in four analog stations--two in Spanish, one religious, and one with music videos I found uninteresting. Need new television.

Last Book Finished: An Inconvenient Wife by Megan Chance. I spent much of the book afraid to turn the page, afraid that some horrible cliché would jump out and attack me, but in the end the novel left me cackling with wicked glee. Now I've got her earlier Susannah Morrow checked out of the library.

Okay, So Why Haven't I Been Writing Here? Ran out of words. Must steal words from elsewhere in order to say anything at all. I hate stealing. Am working hard trying to earn a big stash of words so I shall have something to say once again.