6.07.2011

The mundane and the not so.

The limitlessness of the early morning is inevitably defeating: I know I cannot accomplish all I wish. Yesterday morning I found a gorgeous installation from a notcot link, with floating sailboats and high white ceilings. There were so many of the exact same thing, hung in the exact same way, and I understood it to be a testament to patience with doing the laborious. It ended up becoming a stunning room.

Today I have a list, as I do most days, of little tasks to occupy the minutes between engagements. Post office, Sephora return, bank deposit, etc. What I'd really like is to put my feet up, slather conditioner in my hair, and give myself a manicure with earbuds plugging Regina Spektor and Ella into my head. Not today, as I won't return to my bed until tomorrow night. And by then we'll have gotten through hump day.

K and I have booked, (by that I mean K booked for the both of us), a small and spontaneous getaway to Cape May, New Jersey for next Friday. A sleepy, hippy-looking, colorful seaside town at the southern tip of the dirty Jers that he's visited before and I have not. This time, we'll split the drive, he promises, the speedster. We'll see, with his inevitable and mounting impatience every time I get behind the wheel.

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