Overnight, a deluge of rain , thunder, and lightning, enough to shake the ground and flicker the lights a couple times. Normally, I love thunderstorms of all variety, provided I am not out in them (and sometimes even then.) I made sure to plug in my phones and charge up all my electronics because somehow now I feel we are even more vulnerable to the elements. While my neighborhood occasionally has a short random outage during no weather at all, I don't remember the last storm-induced one, but still I went to bed anxious. Today, clouds, and grayness. It will be April soon, so more rain I suppose on the horizon. I feel like I will miss my favorite time of year. By summer, if this lifts, the trees will already be leafy and the blooms already fallen.
Today is a writing day. Or at least I intended it to be one. Weekends are pretty much a non-existent concept since I stay home everyday. You would think I had nothing but time, but actually my short bursts of concentration have been a) oriented toward library and press work, and b) my creative urges mostly sputtering dark. I am thankful again to have all my art stuff in my home work space, so maybe by tomorrow, I'll be able to work on something. I'd also like to begin submitting some extinction event pieces after sitting on them a few months, though I don't know if their subject matter works in their favor or against them. So we shall see.
So tonight, I plan on making chicken soup and doing some housecleaning, because even though my life is less chaotic and to and fro, there is still dirt and oh so many dishes to be done with all this cooking. I do tend to throw my clothes around a lot less, but there is still laundry and cat boxes to be emptied. Still floors to be swept and maybe some more work on the bookshelf project this week. I am still struggling to find a balance in scheduling and orienting myself to get things done.
