Me: I feel like one of those intermittent geysers at Yellowstone. You know, just popping off at random intervals.
Friends: [courtesy laugh]
Me: (continuing with metaphor, or conceit, if you like) Like, the pressure builds up and [geyser spouting off gesture]. And then it builds up again and [geyser spouting off gesture].
Here are a few things I felt like doing instead of what I was already doing:
- buying candy for my sweetheart
- baking cookies
- watching Veronica Mars (again) with my sweetheart (NB: are you watching it? why aren't you watching it? you need to be prepared for the Veronica Mars movie!)
- writing (that's right.)
[NB: are the above metaphors? of what? desire? lawless, ungovernable desire, that would thwart me from accomplishing my appointed tasks? except not all that lawless, since I did accomplish many of my appointed tasks, if not all, and in any case I did not buy candy nor bake cookies, and I only watched VM at the end of the day when all that was done could be done, except blog, obvs?]
The snow fell
[NB: I have been thinking of what the snow was like. I sat across the desk from my friend in a second floor office and watched the sky precipitate with no background but sky. "That's Mt. Olympus, right over there," said my friend, as she pointed at the sky which was nothing but gray. "Except you can't see it, because," and she made the gesture of nothing to see but a cloudy sky, precipitating.]
I drove downtown to a Nepalese restaurant. Drank glasses of ice water and ate pakoras. Drove to the board meeting. Drove home. At home, there were two packages: a book, a yellow dress. Soon we will walk with the dog. The threads of this do not knit into a theme except long day. Long, long, long day.