11 am:
pudding
12 pm:
In honor of the natural gloomy light pouring in the window, I've put on only one small light in my office.
"You do have another light switch. It's right here."
"I know. I like it like this. I feel cozy."
"Uh huh."
I can almost guarantee that I would be working better right now in sweatpants with a fleece blanket.
A wide field of construction dirt is turning into a rainy mudriver outside. Galoshes left at home yet again. Dammit. Why did I not anticipate a Wonka creation?!
12 am:
Saw Stoppard's The Real Thing last night and have been haunted by pithy material all day. Alas, the more I try to remember, the less I can. Panic! At The Laptop. If only there had been a line to remind me about bringing galoshes to work I could have remembered text and danced in acid rain.
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