An Unspeakable Beauty Announced Itself
May. 19th, 2007 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamcatchingsThere is stew in the crockpot at home. I put it in before I left for work, and it should be delicious and ready for when I return. I also have a bottle of Marcella wine that I think would go splendidly with a beef dish.
At work, I am able to find the time between calls to read my book (more Michael Cunningham, I love Michael Cunningham), surf my RPG forums and work on Sudokus, which I refuse to try any above the "easy" designation as my work is stressful enough.
Outside it is sunny and breezy, cool without being cold, warm without making sweat stand out on my skin, windy without snarling my hair into unmangable tangles.
Also, I have made myself simply come to terms with some things that had me in depressive fits. While this does not cancel out the fact that there are some things I need to do, some things that must be done, it at least stops me from making myself so miserable that I do not want to move.
Plus, it's Saturday. Tomorrow is Sunday and then Monday. Those are my days. I love them dearly and, in my mind, they glitter as though encrusted with diamonds around the edges of their sunrise and sunsets.
At work, I am able to find the time between calls to read my book (more Michael Cunningham, I love Michael Cunningham), surf my RPG forums and work on Sudokus, which I refuse to try any above the "easy" designation as my work is stressful enough.
Outside it is sunny and breezy, cool without being cold, warm without making sweat stand out on my skin, windy without snarling my hair into unmangable tangles.
Also, I have made myself simply come to terms with some things that had me in depressive fits. While this does not cancel out the fact that there are some things I need to do, some things that must be done, it at least stops me from making myself so miserable that I do not want to move.
Plus, it's Saturday. Tomorrow is Sunday and then Monday. Those are my days. I love them dearly and, in my mind, they glitter as though encrusted with diamonds around the edges of their sunrise and sunsets.
