Well, I didn't get to Blogher, or the Police concert at Fenway this weekend, but I did experience my first hailstorm. A thunderstorm literally blew through here, looking quite a bit like a hurricane and was gone five minutes later, leaving marble-sized hail to melt in the returning sunshine. How I got to be this age without ever seeing hail before is a mystery.
I am still stressing, not sleeping well over my work life. But I have also been battling a not quite cold that had left me without energy and focus. I really hate sinus stuff. There's a lot of staring at a blank screen and not having any thoughts come. I've read some, which put a dent in the pile. I spent most of this weekend with my nose in one book or the other. I don't think I've really done that since before I had kids, and in some ways it felt good to get completely lost in another world again.
It's a weird feeling trying to get motivated again. Like being hungry but utterly bored with everything in the fridge.
My keyboard is going. That makes it even more frustrating to sit down and write something. In other news, my Pumpkin thinks he's Curious George - climbing trees, eating honey sandwiches, speaking with unintelligible squeakiness.
Off to buy some more bananas.