Sometimes there’s symmetry, but only if perception permits it. Toggle a domain’s PHP upgrade settings, then notice it’s about to expire so you renew it. Pick up a notepad, then realize it’s opposite the calendar from the last one started. Squint into the mirror while shaving and, well, say no more.
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Gauntlet
There was some Ceiling and Walls discourse early on. The day and its demands intruded soon enough, from early rain to an ocean of numbers into an empty hundred years of nothingness, with a looming gauntlet of words ahead. Tomorrow marks a half year, barely two hundredths of that. But first, sleep.
Horizon
Overnight lane closures congest easy breathing paths when least helpful. Calls and emails fly off fingertips and land against poorly configured voicemail boxes and delays in understanding. Clear and warmish days end with clouds massed on the horizon, biding their time and boding ill. shakes fists
Gray
I don’t know if I’ve reached the end of denim but I do like being able to layer in cooler weather. A tie, a scarf, a lightweight sweater, a jacket and even the leather jacket I was having second and third thoughts about, all conspire in Chayka-ish gray. Dress for anything, and it just might happen.
Nearly
Give me a partly quiet day, starting slightly later but just in time to spare a coworker unnecessary travel and travail, followed by a late autumn sun yielding to a nearly full moon, a visit to see some expected and unexpected folk in old stomping grounds, and the promise of more time just ahead.
Released
I stayed at home long enough to come up with a fortieth song for the three albums I’d planned to release early Monday. But I messed up and released one album about an hour ago. I’ll put the other two up tomorrow evening, and figure out how best to mark these latest approaches to music domination.
Enough
Off the street, tinkering with albums, soaking up sun like the lazy beloved housecat does, and reading about more Ceiling and Wall stuff, thanks to a timely Mastodon share. Will I go out tomorrow if I can help it? Signs point to no, but it may happen. Enough to do here without external obligations.
Clutch
I have totally been blowing off the prompts from one of my apps about gratitude this month. I didn’t think I would think about the prompts until a conversation today while I was assembling a thing I’m going to put up Monday. But yes, doing stuff and waiting long enough for it to be novel is clutch.
Basics
Let’s mark it off, a midweek run-in with the forces can put me in a foul mood. They’re not my last resort so much as I never try to think about things I might talk about. I’m just doing the basics. Chopping water, kicking names and taking it back, way back. And now comes the holiday, with time off!
Cordial
Got to say hi to someone who helped build the building a little bit. Surprisingly I gushed, but no regrets. Wild how you can leave, go someplace and come back and it’ll be all good, a thing some people get to do sometimes. Well, maybe not them other folk recently but, you know, cordial, collegial.