I had a reasonably productive day. But I am just a bit down this evening. I am not in the mood for reflection or reporting. Maybe it was not getting a nap.
I did try to nap but there was some hubbub outside for quite a long time. A school bus and two emergency vehicles idled for many many minutes, and even through the closed window, I could not sleep. Perhaps that low drone kept me agitated. And after they left, a Fresh Direct truck parked nearby, with its refrigeration running as usual.
I can hear the barflies yarbling and smoking outside, getting their last "licks" in before the cold weather sets in and they can't comfortably sit outside.
Now, doesn't this all sound like a grumpy crank who would better serve the world by crawling into bed for a good night's sleep? I thought so.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
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