A candle is lit. Writing music playlist is playing. Coffee is poured. It’s early enough so that it’s still somewhat quiet in my apartment. It’s raining outside. The scene is set for writing. And yet. Gizmo is restless, prowling around the kitchen, pawing at my legs, trying to get me to play with him. He has pent-up energy because it’s been raining since last night and he refuses to go more than a few feet outside in the rain. Such a delicate flower. I opened my laptop to several emails pertaining to my freelance project so needed to deal with that first. I listened to The Daily while folding laundry and seethed with quiet rage as the hosts glossed over the fact of the 11 (and definitely more) women that Andrew Cuomo has sexually harassed to talk about political alliances and impeachment and his legacy as governor. As if any of those things should matter in the face of his disgusting abuses of power.
Early & Alone #53: A Mood
Early & Alone #53: A Mood
Early & Alone #53: A Mood
A candle is lit. Writing music playlist is playing. Coffee is poured. It’s early enough so that it’s still somewhat quiet in my apartment. It’s raining outside. The scene is set for writing. And yet. Gizmo is restless, prowling around the kitchen, pawing at my legs, trying to get me to play with him. He has pent-up energy because it’s been raining since last night and he refuses to go more than a few feet outside in the rain. Such a delicate flower. I opened my laptop to several emails pertaining to my freelance project so needed to deal with that first. I listened to The Daily while folding laundry and seethed with quiet rage as the hosts glossed over the fact of the 11 (and definitely more) women that Andrew Cuomo has sexually harassed to talk about political alliances and impeachment and his legacy as governor. As if any of those things should matter in the face of his disgusting abuses of power.