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hummingwolf) wrote2011-08-19 10:44 am
hummingwolf) wrote2011-08-19 10:44 am
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Yesterday I saw a rainbow with a lightning bolt flashing through it. The lightning branched quite a few times, making a lovely fractal design in the sky. That sight on its own was enough to justify the existence of the day.
People at the farmers' market kept asking me if I was okay. I'm not sure why--I was (and am) sleep-deprived, but I didn't think I was looking that bad.
After months of admiring a local potter's inexpensive little ornaments in assorted colors with various raised Celtic designs, I finally bought a green dragon. No clear idea what I'll do with it, but I'm happy to have it here and I hope it will be happy to be here.
If I am going to try to defend 1980s music to anybody, I should probably do it some time when the song playing on the jukebox is not "Walk Like an Egyptian."
If I am thinking of ordering a full meal at a local bar-and-restaurant and a little voice in my mind suggests that that might not be a good idea, I should listen to that little voice. Especially when I've already had more than enough fat for the day in the form of caramel-walnut ice cream (yum).
Even though I didn't get enough sleep last night (the previous paragraph gives a clue), I'm feeling unusually energetic for a Friday (by which I mean that I feel capable of leaving the house). Here's hoping that energy sticks around long enough for me to get to the library. And if the library turns out not to be an option, I really want to have enough energy to do some laundry.
People at the farmers' market kept asking me if I was okay. I'm not sure why--I was (and am) sleep-deprived, but I didn't think I was looking that bad.
After months of admiring a local potter's inexpensive little ornaments in assorted colors with various raised Celtic designs, I finally bought a green dragon. No clear idea what I'll do with it, but I'm happy to have it here and I hope it will be happy to be here.
If I am going to try to defend 1980s music to anybody, I should probably do it some time when the song playing on the jukebox is not "Walk Like an Egyptian."
If I am thinking of ordering a full meal at a local bar-and-restaurant and a little voice in my mind suggests that that might not be a good idea, I should listen to that little voice. Especially when I've already had more than enough fat for the day in the form of caramel-walnut ice cream (yum).
Even though I didn't get enough sleep last night (the previous paragraph gives a clue), I'm feeling unusually energetic for a Friday (by which I mean that I feel capable of leaving the house). Here's hoping that energy sticks around long enough for me to get to the library. And if the library turns out not to be an option, I really want to have enough energy to do some laundry.
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