This will be a short post. I have to work soon.
I have lots of stray thoughts with no time to gather them, sort them, arrange them in an artful manner.
So here are my thoughts, with no curation (or very little anyway):
The sky was pink and overcast this morning when I awoke. It looked like there might be a hurricane of candy looming over us.
If you try and feed a four year old fettuccine you may find out that it's just not the same as spaghetti.
Laundry stops for no one.
Black fur shines silver and burnt umber in the morning light.
Whenever I drink rose-flavored tea I feel guilty. Like a cannibal or something.
It's lonely in the house when your significant is out of town.
But puppies are a good solace.
Wednesday is new comic book day. Don't book dinner plans on Wednesdays.
Quitting smoking doesn't kill the urge to smoke (and it's been over two years).
Staring at beautiful things online doesn't make life any better.
This ennui just won't go away.