This was a morning, that turned into a day, where my enthusiasm wasn’t quite where it needed to be.
Things are out of joint. I’m like AMTRAK. My “trains”, if you will, are running late. My trains, to explain the metaphor, are the activities I use to take me through the day. Swimming, meal preparation, writing, reading. Other “trains” on the line take me off schedule, for example, a half-hearted search for video pornography on the internet. I think I will find something gratifying, never do. I just want to find lovers perform who actually love each other.
Never mind. Now I am writing, getting my thoughts out.
Thought 1). I can’t transform my home in one day.
Thought 2). I have goals to achieve. I want to write the novel that is in me.