Thrown off course writing this by the need to get to the grocery store before catching the bus, because I now life a life where I must have yogurt on hand or go hungry. Ugh. Some days, things don’t go to plan.
This morning it was 70°F degrees, which is not hot but not cool either, and had a mist of lazy humidity that could not be bothered enough to be fog. Keely was perky, though, which was delightful.
Apparently it rained last night, so there were puddles everywhere and Keely kept to the outer edge of the sidewalk, avoiding water with all of her wee little heart. I noticed the new cafe finally took down the “coming soon!” sign after 6+ months but I’m not sure it is officially opened yet. Nor have I seen any further signs of life in the Chandler house. It’s such a good location, if I had unlimited wealth I’d probably open a bookshop or stationary store there for funsies.
Given that yesterday was Super Tuesday, I was in a somber mood so listened to Seth Godin’s podcast during my walk. He’s always insightful in an outside-the-box way, which in turn always makes me wonder what mental cages I have locked myself into. Not that I received any answers to that question, but it is always good to question the way I limit myself.
Anyway, the mist and the humidity and the wet, leaf-covered sidewalks were suitable company for such thoughts, moody and mopy as I was. Maybe that’s just the way Wednesdays always are?