Dear Reader,
Today is brought to you by “H” for headache. Word Raccoon and I have an impressive lineup of Things To Do, but the longer we are awake, the more we have decided maybe not.
Instead, we will write a pitching-and-swerving blog post, followed by whatever else we feel up to.
We are on our second cup of tea, we have had breakfast, and we were listening to Dear Hank and John until the head said, “Not now.”
WR is being overly dramatic, and I noticed it began the moment I put my workout shoes on. She’s probably trying to get out of a workout, but we are so close to earning badges on the Fitness+ app!
I think we will be fine in another hour or so. But I also think we are going to be sun porch dwellers today and ding dong ditch our obligations.
Randomness Incoming
The birbs were in fine form yesterday, and what a treat it is to look up from writing Something Special and receive inspiration. Ah…
Again, though I am only self-diagnosed, I continue to be amused and surprised by ADHD attributes I apparently have. When they are mentioned in videos, I’m like, Sir, have you been spying on me?
Yesterday’s came in the form of a content creator whose wife has ADHD, and he was doing this “If you have ADHD, then you probably should…” schtick. When he said, “You should probably stop watching so many rug-cleaning and lawn-trimming videos.”
How…HOW DID HE KNOW?
A friend and I pass those video links back and forth sometimes. They’re so calming.
Also, the laundry basket thing! This comes from another creator. If you have more than three laundry baskets, supposedly you likely have ADHD.
I was like, Ma’am, we have six!
(Now five because I was so embarrassed that the last time I donated items, I donated them in the laundry basket so I would have one less.)
Why is this an ADHD thing? I don’t know, but it’s true here.
(We won’t even talk about how I got lightly roasted last night for “Where’s a laundry basket?” and “What do you DO with them?” My answers? “Somewhere” and “IDK.”
I don’t know what it will say on my tombstone, or if I will even have one, but you know what it won’t say, guaranteed?
“She sure did a good load of laundry.”
If it did, I would consider my life a complete failure.
So I went to pick up the library book I’m excited about yesterday and ended up with a few others as well. Not pictured is a freebie biography of Shirley Temple.
Did I start immediately on the book they had essentially bought on my excited recommendation?
No, no.
Instead, I chose Ben Lerner’s novel because it is short and I was in the mood for a quick dip. I read about 35 pages before my eyes decided that was enough for the day. But that short reading makes me wonder if I should give up my smartphone.
(Not the first time I’ve considered that.)
On Dear Hank and John today, John Green mentioned he has signed 47.5K of the 85K copies of Hollywood Ending he needs to sign. I wondered if he’s already signed the one destined to end up in my hands in September.
He scoffed, in an uncharacteristically publisher-insider way, about Ann Patchett complaining in an interview about having to sign 17K books, and he was like, “Please. That’s nothing,” or whatever.
I have done book signings, but I have not come close to signing even a thousand books at a time. And I certainly did not presign nearly so many.
Maybe this headache isn’t for real. Maybe it’s my poetry staging a coup to get me out of obligations for the day so it can take over.
It and I have to have a serious conversation anyway.
And perhaps that bold accent wall my brain intended to spring on the kitchen today wants me to take a beat. But I am only a couple of projects away from finishing the kitchen. It might be prudent to finish one room at a time instead of mad dashing from project to project.
A few days ago, the sun porch told me it’s finished.
As if it needed to say that.
It’s lovely, and my eyes can rest when I look at it. There’s not a corner that doesn’t feel mine.
This post is, if it’s not obvious, a very rough draft.
How is it Thursday already?
No even remotely clever signoff in my head,
Drema