Hello, my dears. I’m not really up for company this morning, but since it’s you, come on in. I just brewed a pot of delicious coffee. Grab a cuppa.
I haven’t been feeling especially social lately at the best of times, but today, I have a monstrous headache. It’s most likely due to the ass-ton of hydrocarbon particulates released into the local atmosphere yesterday.
Someone rammed their car into an electric pole–I’m assuming that it was unintentional–which caused structural failure of the electrical lines the pole supports in three separate places. This, in turn, caused three forest fires. I wish I had thought to take a picture, but yesterday afternoon, the atmosphere was a singular and eerie shade of orange. Being from the Midwest, I’m leery of the sky being an unusual hue, since unusual sky shades mean bad things, e.g., tornadoes. The same goes out here, but orange means forest fire.
Forest fires aren’t particularly good for important things like breathing. Los Angeles has bad enough air quality as it is; we don’t need acres of fire as well. I seem especially susceptible to this not being able to breathe thing, so yesterday, I couldn’t breathe. I was supposed to have plans yesterday afternoon, but I had to cancel due to not being able to exit the fresh air in my apartment. Anyway, I’m still feeling the effects today as I woke up with a nasty headache. I took some Claritin, which I’m hoping will help. I need to move somewhere with better air quality and no forest fires.
Let’s see, what else? Well, my dears, I’ve been nesting again. I showed you my new hot pink bed last weekend:
I so love that I can create something, and have someone else make it and send it to me lickety-split. Goats bless the internet. I’m hoping I got the color right, but how many variations on hot pink can there be? 100% magenta is 100% magenta (fingers crossed).
It was the first creative-ish thing I’ve done in a long while. I say “ish” because the pattern already existed as this:
I just changed the colors and moved things around some. Hardly a creative whirlwind, still, it felt good to do something somewhat creative again. Since I can’t internet or do anything remotely fun at work anymore, and by the time I get home, I don’t even want to look at a computer, my creative endeavors have diminished to practically non-existent.
I also find that this lack of creative output, including blogging, has left me drained. With no outlet for anything, it all stays put in my delicate little brain, which is no good to anyone, particularly me. I find the words are still not coming with the frequency they once did, but they are there. I just don’t have the energy to pry them out. I’m a bit out of sorts and I miss you all.
I try to read your blogs at work, but it’s just not the same. I’ve been cut off from this wonderful little community we have here and I don’t like it one bit.
You’d think that when I have the time and ability to write something as I do on the weekend, I’d be raring to go, but alas, no. Maybe I’ve just run out of things to say.
In any event, my head is splitting, so I think we’ll end my little message in a bottle here for now. Take care, my friends. xoxo.