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Habit, I Guess
Jul. 30th, 2019 06:52 amThe beauties landed safely at JFK and will shortly begin their upriver trek to the Heart of Quaintness. (Cue tom-toms and prehistoric bird calls.)
I grew a cantaloupe. According to Claude, this is very hard to do here in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. So, of course, I’m very pleased with myself.
We had the weirdest thunderstorm here yesterday, preceded by hours and hours of ominous rumbling. The Catskills form a kind of acoustic alley in these parts; distant sounds get trapped and reverberate. When the deluge and lightening finally came, it was biblical. A bolt of lightening hit the transformer across the street, and the transformer exploded into a thousand points of light. The unsettling scent of ozone momentarily occluded the smell of the drowned earth.
We were without electricity for a major part of the evening. By the time electricity was restored, I was too wasted to do much of anything, and so must complete the most bor-r-r-ring analysis of the Health Insurance Marketplace you can possibly imagine for a newish client this morning. If I don’t complete it in the next two hours, I won’t get out of the house today since temps are expected to rise to the mid-90°s by noon, and it will be too hot.
So why am I wasting time babbling on and on here?
Habit, I guess.
Brew and drink coffee.
Brush your teeth.
Feed the cat.
Write in your diary.
Start your day.
I grew a cantaloupe. According to Claude, this is very hard to do here in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. So, of course, I’m very pleased with myself.
We had the weirdest thunderstorm here yesterday, preceded by hours and hours of ominous rumbling. The Catskills form a kind of acoustic alley in these parts; distant sounds get trapped and reverberate. When the deluge and lightening finally came, it was biblical. A bolt of lightening hit the transformer across the street, and the transformer exploded into a thousand points of light. The unsettling scent of ozone momentarily occluded the smell of the drowned earth.
We were without electricity for a major part of the evening. By the time electricity was restored, I was too wasted to do much of anything, and so must complete the most bor-r-r-ring analysis of the Health Insurance Marketplace you can possibly imagine for a newish client this morning. If I don’t complete it in the next two hours, I won’t get out of the house today since temps are expected to rise to the mid-90°s by noon, and it will be too hot.
So why am I wasting time babbling on and on here?
Habit, I guess.
Brew and drink coffee.
Brush your teeth.
Feed the cat.
Write in your diary.
Start your day.
