When fifteen minutes of meditation, followed by fifteen minutes of cutting up vegetables for a salad for dinner, then eating said dinner, all fail to erase the stress of a wicked work day, then I turn to Duke Ellington and this song on ‘Solitude’ to ease our home into the weekend. It looks to be a sickeningly chilly and rainy weekend, so today was likely my last chance for doing any sort of outdoor work. Such is spring. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.
Friday nights used to be the shit.
Now, I just want to sleep, but I can’t just yet because that would fuck up the night.
So I force myself to stay awake until a little later, and I write this, with the hope of summoning some collection of posts for the weekend. I cannot promise anything. I’m tired out.
