Day Two my Days Off

Today is like Sunday for me. It’s a little depressing because it has that school night feel. Tomorrow it’s back to the salt mines. How shall I spend my last few free hours?

American Idol really is having a dreadful season. What’s it going to be like when Simon is gone? I was going to say it would be over, but if they found someone else equally compelling who can do the tough love thing they could survive. The new person would have to be as honest and as right. It doesn’t have to be someone we know. Who knew Simon?

I am so happy to be home with the cats. I can’t wait to be a full-time writer again. Except I’ll still need to find another source of income. Are there any part-time jobs out there?

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A Building Far and Near

I’ve been watching this building go up (the tallest one) …

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And yesterday I passed it by on my way home from the Census. Wait. Where’s the crane? Do I have the same building?? Hmmm. How do I get through my days?? I like the “Others Follow” message. The universe is trying to tell me something. Other people have a poor sense of direction too? You are not alone?

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Day Off, Day One

A real time report of things I’m happy about right at the moment: So You Think You Can Dance starts up this month, I have a book contract and a book to work on, I have a purring cat on me as I type this, it’s not hot out, I can hear birds and trucks (I find truck noises calming) and most of all, I’M NOT RUSHING OFF TO WORK. I would have been gone for a half an hour already normally!!

I’m also happy about this very clean window. I couldn’t afford to have the windows cleaned this spring, but the one I sit in front of every day was particularly dirty and it was depressing me. So I bought a squeegee with a long-ish handle to try to clean it myself. If I wasn’t afraid of heights this would be less of a deal, but I can’t hang out the window. Or step on the fire escape which is right there and would make this job so easy.

I had to really contort myself in order to reach every corner of the glass without hanging out the window except a little bit. But voila! A mostly clean window. It makes me happy.

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The Beginning of the End

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So I upload a photograph and start to post and I look at the clock and realize I have to feed the birds and go. I’m turning into such a bore here!

All I talk about is how little time I have for anything. And how stressed I am. Ugh.

I posted this because of the Wendy’s. Even in the caverns of Manhattan, fast food joints.

But

I

have

to

go!

Be

back

later!

I talk to my cats like this actually. When I have to leave I assure them I will be back and there will be much love and kisses then.