That song from "Hair" is now in my head. Happy birthday to you, indeed. Which then puts... "long, shaggy, shaven, kinky, pigtailed, flaxen, waxen..." and all the other songs into my brain. Ach.
Anyway. Things I should be doing:
1) mowing the prairie grasses that took over my lawn
2) writing
3) running
4) concocting some hair-brained scheme to effectively protest and/or solve MN's little crisis before someone really gets hurt. (Nothing brilliant or original has come to me or cohorts. The stories I'm already hearing from friends who work on the front lines in emergency health care, law enforcement, and the already decimated social safety net are not good. It's hard to focus on holiday fun and frolic.)
5) making breakfast for the good runner who already finished a four mile baby run in the time it took me to walk the dogs around the block. (There were many mean squirrels to peer up at from the bottom of the tree.)
6) writing
And what am I doing instead?
Reading, of course. I got started on China Mieville's "Kraken: An Anatomy" and was sucked in by page three, not my usual experience with his books, which trends to be a more intellectual experience. Creepy horror goodness.
And squids, taxonomy, taxidermy, magic, allusions to childrens fantasy literature I have actually read, vaguely Masonic conspiracies, freakishly horrible slangy ancient-sludgy bad guys that remind me of Graham Joyce's Tooth Fairy, and did I mention squids? And taxonomy.
Nothing's going to get done today until I finish.
Looks like you've got a long way to go until something else gets done cuz that book is LONG.
ReplyDeleteOh heck, I mowed. It's hot out there. That still didn't feel particularly productive. I hate bare minimum maintenance chores.
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