Hump days

Who encourages the encouragers?

Wheel

And if you never stop when you wave goodbye
You just might find if you give it time
You will wave hello again

You just might wave hello again

Good Day Sunshine

4/27/15

Today is dreary, wet, dark, windy, disorganized, quiet...a classic April Monday. I am sunburnt from the weekend's baseball game, so I'm simultaneously sweaty and shivering. What a combination...

These kinds of days used to be spent at a campus apartment in a room overflowing with Neil Gaiman, boxes of saffron tea, half-finished writing projects, skeins of yarn, books upon books upon books,  piles of shoes, West Wing re-runs. 

Now they're spent dutifully in an office, playing dress-up with black slacks and white button-downs, hair twirled up, pearls in my ears. Later tonight, I will drive to my graystone house on the hill and be glad for the greeting of a slobbery dog, for my husband's welcoming smile. 

But right now, I'd rather visit that campus apartment and watch some West Wing.