It’s Thursday. Today has been slow and achy. It’s muggy here in Portland. Summer rain, and a heat dome coming. Everyone scurrying to get their stuff done before we have to hide in our air conditioning.
I’m tired of being surrounded by people all day. The constant talk of animals is very depressing. I’m getting the work done, and I seem to be doing a good job. But the constant peopling is just blowing my gasket.
Reading about Enya. How she somehow made it through most of her career without having to do anything that she didn’t really want to do. She was outrageously successful on her second album. So she lives in her castle with her cats. And writes music when she wants to. And works really really hard at what she does. She does the thing she does. I love that.
Playing with computers. I don’t know who the hell I am anymore. I just seem to want to play on a machine.