This afternoon, while out walking with Josh, I kept coming up with all these rambling philosophical commentaries. Now, sitting here in front of the computer, all I can think is, "What a wonderful shade of dried blood this nail polish is and I hope I don't rub it all off as I'm typing on the keyboard."
I think I do some of my best thinking when I'm walking. Which, oddly enough, was a quote that I found in my planner (preprinted, I didn't write that part) after the walk today. Interesting day for those sorts of coincidences -- finding things written down that seem to mean what I was just doing.
I was daydreaming, for just a moment today, about what it would be like to be home with Ryan all the time, and to be a full time writer. Then I went to myyahoo.com and saw my horoscope for the day, which talked about getting frustrated at work and striking out entirely on my own (and then went on to tell me to cool off and give it a few days). I started laughing.
I guess the gods have been paying close attention to me, and are teasing me these days.
And yet, this evening, I'm still sitting here, trying to figure out what my nail polish says about me. *smile* It was metallic purple earlier this week, then this morning I turned it jewel tones blue, to match my sweater. Knowing I won't be wearing blue tomorrow, I took the nail polish off tonight and have replaced it with the dried blood color I have on now. I figure that matches most of what I own (now what does *that* say??).
The sad part is, I really *want* to just find a topic and ramble onwards. My brain just isn't cooperating. *sighs* Ah well.Posted by Deb Atwood at June 13, 2002 10:40 PM