Peanut and I have colds, just in time to coincide with the 90 degree heat. So we didn't get to go to the Dodger game (which was actually in the middle of the day today instead of a night game-YUCK) and I have been sneezed on, coughed on, and generally been cried upon today. So now Peanut is a diaper, howling as she drags her toy from room to room. I still like her, somehow.
I have been thinking about writing something, sewing something, doing something, making anything. But I am in the thralls of this terrible feeling of ennui and stillness. All I can do is think, I cannot do. I feel as if I am waiting for some indefinable moment to be able to break my own stillness. It is a strange feeling.
I hope the heat breaks, the moment comes. So I can just do something.
1 comment:
Mmmmmmmmmmmm... I know the feeling. I am stuck in a similar loop of brain vs brawn (brawn in this case being my ability to get up off my ass), although mine has nothing to do with the heat.
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