7:38 am. I have no idea what I’m doing awake at this ungodly hour.
Except that my nose is stuffed up and I can’t breathe. I‘d like to sleep for 357 more hours, but it’s not like I have nothing to do today. I have an 11:30 appointment at the Apple Genius Bar to resolve some issues with iWeb and my website. I’m getting behind on my blog and need to write three new entries, but I’ve either run out of things to say or I’m too sick and too tired to say anything. I have to clean the house and mop the floors. Tend to the garden; yank the weeds and dead plants. Walk around the house and check for termites. And I want to make my high school graduate coconut pineapple pancakes reminiscent of a trip to Hawaii a million years ago.
Forget about playing with clay. I’m busy taking care of everything that fell by the wayside as I was preparing for my shows in May and June. The dust has officially settled.
It’s June Gloom in Southern California. A soupy bowl of fog fills the valley below me and I can’t see anything of the view. Part of me wants to push it aside so I can see more clearly, now. But if tried to push the fog aside, it would only swirl around me up past my eyeballs, making matters worse. I have to wait for time and the change of season to burn it off.