It really must be a side-effect of alcohol. After a couple of days of grumpiness, I woke today with no external changes, but in a good mood, feeling hopeful and productive about the world. Maybe it was the rain last night, washing me psychically clean. A comfortable, almost leisurely night's sleep (a true nocturnal rarity) followed by an ambient summer mid-morning. Breezy with cicadas buzzing, even here in Brooklyn.
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| Salted caramel scoop on top, belgian chocolate |
The grumpiness was anxiety tinged with a bit of fear. The unemployment is running out and I am still struggling with the major resume overhaul. As many people know, worrying about their day to day well-being, not even well-being, okay-being, takes a toll. We dreamy creative American types ...
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| Iron forge, CT. |
Well, that train of thought was thoroughly lost.
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| Nice bricks, right? |
Later that same day:
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| Saturday night's alcohol consumption affected my ability to photograph. |
The Connecticut Junket 2 was postponed for a better day. Out of the blue, I got a telephone call about a one-day live action producing gig, which will be fun (?) if it happens. Just to relive the excitement of having a telephone call asking about my availability was a rush.
I used to make a lot of music mixes. That was my main hobby. For many years I have been associated with an amazing group of folks who make phenomenal mixes. I've heard a lot and learned ever more.
But I have several that were almost finished, some of them being gifts. Don't get me wrong, I am thoroughly absorbed and content while prepping mixes, but the responsible part of me goes to a different apartment or something. At any rate, I was sidetracked into finishing the notes, compressing, uploading, and all that kind of stuff. Kept me occupied for hours. And that's why I don't do it so much anymore. Or as often.
I have important things to do, learn html for instance. That refrigerator will not clean itself, no matter how long I have wished it to.
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