Maybe daft hit the nail on the head when she wondered if my homesickness wasn’t caused by the weather.
It’s raining today. I went out and danced in it a little this morning, in shorts and a tank top, to remind myself that this strange warm rain isn’t my rain from home at all. Now I’m listening to music best suited to sunny Sunday mornings and trying to write fiction. Obviously I’m failing at the fiction part, or I wouldn’t be over here procrastinating, eh?
I had terrible insomnia last night combined with even worse dreams than the night before. Not only was I awake every hour or two, in between I had recurring dreams where I had a mouth full of broken glass. GAH! I’m actually twitchy just writing it. Horrible. So horrible.
Happy things. Happy things. Happy things. Happy things.
I wish miss Rhi wasn’t on vacation with her baby girl. I’d drive right over to E. Tennessee right now to spend the day with that sweet baby. That would surely fix me. Or if someone had a very tiny kitten I could play with. Alas I think I’ll have to cheer myself up. Okay then, will pick the right music and maybe make jewelry instead of working on the depressing story. And maybe stand in the rain a little more.