Monday two-step
I’m missing the part of my life where I can hide out at home on days when I want to miss the world.
I spent the greater portion of the weekend tirelessly working on horoscopes, not because I had to, but with the seemingly endless amount of drizzle, I didn’t want to be outside.
Monday morning, despite the extra Daylight Savings Time hour, I woke up early enough, decided that I was still in the mood for it, and I continued writing. It’s attributed to Hemingway, although I can’t verify that right now, that the place to stop writing is not where you want to stop, but stop at place where you want to keep going. Makes it much easier to pick up the next day, right where you left off.
Advice I try to follow.
I hustled out the door and off to the bus stop before reading any hard news for the day, but I somehow missed that first bus, and I wasn’t quite as early as I wanted to be. The day just plummeted downhill from there.
I left that other office in what I thought was fine shape, Friday afternoon. When I arrived Monday, with a spare box of Fortnum and Mason Peppermint Tea, I found a few notes from my buddies about a just a few things that I hadn’t quite wrapped up correctly. Like, just about everything. Missed the bus, then missed the boat. This had the fine hand of “Monday” written all over it.
I never really did salvage much out of the day, not after that. Best thing that happened was a happy call from Capricorn [red headed> and another dinner appointment with a second Capricorn [not red headed>.
Capricornus Diem?
