Somewhere between the Queen & Wineva bus stop and Main Street station I started to feel eloquent, but was too groggy to write anything. Someday I’ll learn how to do mornings. Or not, maybe I’ll just have to adapt my world to me. At any rate, the moment of eloquence is gone now, and inspiration eludes me.
I’m having a charged day so far. Everything metal I touch shocks me. It’s starting to get annoying.
A week and a half left, the move rapidly approaches. Packing has begun, and I won’t be putting up my Christmas tree at home this year because I won’t be there. If it’s not too chaotic when we get moved, I might put it up in the basement up north. I didn’t put up my tree last year either, and I miss it greatly.