roadrunner and lampshade

As far as blogging goes, I don’t know what to do with a day like this. It’s as though there were no thoughts at all, only doing this, doing that. Cleaning the bathroom.  Vacuuming, taking allergy medicine to deal with hayfever caused by vacuuming. Flushing out the yellow-jacket hive. Washing the dishes. Buying tortillas at El Aguila. Listening to Diane Rehms. Checking Twitter and Facebook, and email. Dutifully tweeting an Amber alert, and then deleting it when the child is found. Going through the snail mail. Organizing the bills. Walking the dog. Pulling weeds out by the roots. Checking on a possible p/t job. The day goes like that, everything factored in. The sun never quite comes out, and before you know it, it’s almost 8pm, and the sky is darkening. You watch twilight come on, and then finally switch on a lamp. A series of acts.

front yard