There’s an evil time period before my kids get home which is full of uselessness. And then they arrive, and its all yelling and shouting and avoiding homework. Its a whirlwind of ineffective and I can’t stand it .
i cannot bear it, i tell you.
today, in my malaise, i kept checking on a shirt i want to sell on instagram. like, over and over, and over. Its cute, i want it to sell, because i like to know my things are going out into the world. I want it to be loved.
I like the mailman, although he is surly. I appreciate and accept his surliness. not as a challenge, but as a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie. he’s the rhubarb. without him, its just canned fruit and rot yer damn teefs. . .
sigh. its here. i’m in it. too short a time to run out and get something. not enough going on on twitter. or anywhere. i bought a clock for my office and i am literally listening to it tick.
i still don’t have a job.
I know that i will eventually. but nothing today.
I’m going to post this tomorrow morning, maybe by then i’ll have noticed all the things that ARE changing… and hope i get to see the surly one. . .