Will It Never End…
We wake up to snow again this morning. None of us get up before eight.
This weather is truly getting into my head. Which is interesting… because even in the depths of winter, knowing in the pre-dawn black, that outdoors the mercury remained in the thermomemetrical nether regions, I still enjoyed my very early mornings and really didn`t give a flying *%/&. It`s winter after all, what the hell else could I possibly expect…
The power of expectations… therefore, this mid-April, reminiscent of early March, bullshit weather is effecting my state of mind. The cold drear of the outdoors has numbed those soft folds of my brain resposible for productivity, initiative and motivation. I will say nothing of patience- without a doubt the first segment of my brain obliterated.
Additionally, I`ve always said I need buffer time on one end of my day. A block of time where I can enjoy my coffee, surfing the internet, getting a little work done… and Be. Alone.
Currently, we are all waking at the same time, with the early mornings so unseasonably cold, dreary and inevitably laden with some form of fucking frozen precipitation. We are all going to bed at the same time as the days get longer and the grey daylight persists well after supper.
I am lost in a seasonal limbo.
