Ahh, one job done for the week and one more shift at the other job, and then two whole days off!
Stories and poems drift through my head all day, every day, then wander off, maybe to someone who has time to properly cherish them. I wish them well. The stories and the lucky conduits. My notebook sits dusty on top of a stack of books on my bedroom floor. It no longer bothers to stare at me resentfully. Resignation has become the wiser course.
I have been reading an odd collection of books lately: California Bees and Blooms; some Jane Austen lit crit that was really good but whose title escapes me just now; Redshirts by John Scalzi, Ready Player One by the guy who just put out another scifi called Armada, which is somewhere on my reading list, but I will have to take a Pratchett break soon...maybe dip back into The Fifth Elephant. The pendulum will swing back to science or history soon enough, but right now I'm in the mood to be entertained. Maybe a Regency romance? Yeah...........
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