Somewhere along the way, I lost the desire?, ability?, need? to write about the everyday, the ordinary, the mundane and focused on the extraordiary or didn't focus at all. Today I refresh the screen, reload it and restart my journaling. I am longing to stay in today, with endless cups of lemon ginger tea, sweats, Oceans 11, 12 and 13 and my knitting. Walking the dogs was not a pleasant task in horizontal rain and wind that pushes, add to that a dog that is terrified of wind and won't do her duties for what seems a terminable long time. Agonizing over what to wear to my knitting luncheon as jeans was not an option after last year, and feeling lumpy, I called Li'l Sis, ready to stay home and watch endless George Clooney and drink endless cuppas. She advised go funky, can't go wrong and so here I am funky, still lumpy but feeling much better about it. This might take a while to get back into practice.
And, no, my room is not messy, just clean clothes and shoes in the frantic pursuit of fashion or funk.