It is warming up – I hope I haven’t jinxed us – and yesterday I drove back, repeated adjusting the temperature setting in the car and even, at times, cracking the window open. Unfortunately, it was not that way while I was in Fairborn and I spent the entire weekend looking out at the cold sunlight on the balcony. (And watching BBC films, as already been reported by an unauthorized source.)
I am not particularly in a mood to do anything today because I spent the night dreaming that I was storming around, ranting about clutter and toting heavy things down the stairs and out to a burn pile. And then, once the flames were going, I had to deal with some nincompoop who listed all possible concerns about burning things outside. No matter that we were way out back in a field in Lagrange County. I awoke feeling tired and irritated that all the work done had not been done at all.
Actually, I think I may be going through some sort of personal crisis. Yesterday, when I stopped for gas, randomly choosing an exit on I-75, I found myself right across a narrow lane from a large GoodWill store, and I did not go in. What is AmeliaJake coming to?