Date With Myself

The coffee was lovely, the sounds of two fountains lyric, the several honeysuckles heady and transporting.  I’ve kicked out 1200 words of useful content and I’m uncertain how many of blogs and emails.  And there is day yet to be traversed pleasantly, and there has been no pressure of time or need.

Sometimes I’m just smart.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry


I’ve taken a day off.  There is no occasion.  No one required me to go to the DMV, nor to move things, or save the world from creeping socialism or galloping capitalism or stationary halitosis.

I am, in point of fact, taking this day off because I can and I feel like it and I’ve been getting all duty-struck again, and want to stop.  

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Heisenbergian Commuting

I’m having a recurring difficulty in my stress management techniques.  To deal with that, I will come in early to work one or two days a week with the plan of stopping at a coffee shop and sitting for a peaceful cuppa, then, having eased pleasantly into the day, stroll into work with a bright outlook, brow unfurrowed.  Frequently I will select a coffee shop across the river, for ambiance, pastry, or really soft comfy chairs with ottomans.

And so it was today, in all those aspects.  I entered, half an hour to the good, ordered pain au chocolate and coffee, and proceeded to cleanse my soul in baked goods and vivifying beverage. Having eased as described above, I began work at the strolling part of the regimen. Through some  mischance of physics or particular virtue in the croissant,

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Yesterday my darling spouse and I went to the Japanese Garden, smelled the last of the wisteria, looked at growing things and flowing water, and then popped over to the zoo for a walk among the animatronic dinosaurs. A very nice time was had.

Today, by darling spouse took me to a coffee shop, where she parked me at a table on the patio, set up her spinning wheel and spun while I let the words out of the One True Pen (Mark III). 500 words flowed nicely onto paper, with little of the self-editing that I’ve been doing lately. Coffee was drunk. Sitting between water features and sipping took place. All things were perfect in this, the most perfect of worlds.

I called my email provider and discovered that, by adding web hosting and taking away services we aren’t using, I get more server for less money and a place to park my website.

AND, there is still time to type up what I wrote today. I am, by my reckoning, very likely to have a second short story to go out for consideration before the first one is accepted or rejected. This is having an amazing effect on my morale; having something out there looking for a home seems to make it easier for me to work on things in progress. We’ll see if I can remember that when I am next blocked up inside.

Lovely weekend, and it isn’t over yet….

Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry