Inside my head
I always forget how acidic apples are, because they taste so sweet. Then I try to unlock my phone right after processing a bunch of apples (where "a bunch" translates as a couple of pecks) The phone's biometric sensor just laughs at me and says, "NOPE. Not today. Those fingertips have no recognizable fingerprints."
The latest in random searches:
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Nothing drains my emotional energy like the many emails and other semi-official communications I've sent lately. I can interact with humanity. Or I can be quiet-minded and creative. Attempting both in a short time frame like a single day is as hard as pushing straight from top to bottom gear on an old 10-speed bike. It takes focus, timing, and a lot of effort, and there's always a big risk of complete derailment.
Can't throw in the towel on the whole writing gig now, I just ordered new business cards. (this tidbit is filed under "Staving off the grumpies brought on by two full months of zero sales or reads online.")Yes, ZERO. *sigh* But I can't give up because I have business cards & stickers, plus stories to tell, new characters to create and existing ones to cherish--all the stuff I think is terrifically exciting and awesome. Even if no one else does.
Spouseman insisted I buy a big cherry pie when the little one I usually get was out of stock at the pie place. Cherry pie makes an excellent breakfast food, with and without bacon. Just in case anyone was wondering. Plus now I have an extra pie plate.
I saw a hawk yesterday. She looked raggedy and frazzled and annoyed as hell -- because she was being chased by sparrows. Yes, sparrows. A whole flock of angry little brown birds chased a hawk into hiding under a squirrel nest. I was torn. I mean, I love raptors, but I had to root for the mob of brave, wee, cheeping fluffballs taking on a predator bigger than all of them combined.
And that's all the all there is for this time.