I should have gone to bed 20 minutes ago. I am unreasonably exhausted, cranky and at loose ends. Instead I am awake, watching Onegin, a movie about which I know nothing, which is perhaps too boring for this hour in my life. All it has served to do so far is make me wish that I was lying on pillow in a row boat in a little lake on my own huge estate, reading a book on a perfect summer day. So really it isn’t improving my mood at all.
I can’t decide if I should eat another cookie, eat the rest of the guacamole, or perhaps make some real food. Or just have a glass of wine. I should be in bed, under the fluffy fall covers, reading and looking forward only to the impending morning sounds of migrating birds.
Amusingly the recent top searches that have brought people to this blog are:
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Very funny. I’m gonna go out on a limb and pathetically, whinily say there is no crackerjack kind of guy. If there was I’d surely have found him by now.
Hmmm. Cookies? Wine? Get off my ass, put the computer down and go read in bed? I should take my lavender kiwi scented candle with me. It smells lovely. Maybe it can cure my foul mood and give me dreams of lovelier things.