I got five and a half hours of sleep last night, which is a whole two hours more than the night before, so we'll need to celebrate, by sharing our fantasies, shall we? These days, my fantasy is not to travel to some distant lands or have an extravagant adventure. My fantasy looks like this: my bed, with my sheets and pillows and blankets, in a room on the beach. The room has a roof for shade, but all four of its walls are glass, so you can see out, but it’s the kind of windows where people can’t see in. I don’t know if that exists in the real world or just in my fantasy, but that’s what it is. Also, the room has windows on either side, which can be opened to receive and expel the warm breeze, but again, no one can see inside. The sand is warm, the water is warm, and the tide is low. Everything smells like sun and somehow there is no sand in my bed. And in this fantasy, I sleep. For however long I want. That’s it. And also maybe there is a cup of water besides my bed so that I can drink it when I get thirsty, but the thing is I don’t ever have to go to the bathroom while I’m in that room. This is what I daydream about when I’m at work.
That first picture up there are my lips coated in Revlon Moon Drops Cream Lipstick in Hot Coral. Coated is perhaps too strong of a word, let's go with smidged. And nothing about lipstick or the color hot coral hurts my feelings. I heard someone say that recently: I was chatting up the weather with an older gentleman at a sandwich shop, and he said, "a sunny day and no snow on the ground - that don't hurt my feelings none." and I have thought about him saying that constantly, since. I am also a little bit in love with navy blue colored nail polish. I know it looks black in these photos, but it's navy and it makes me feel polished even when I know for a fact that the back of my head is a layer of frizz fuzz.
Last night I had the first hour and a half to myself since in I can't even remember when, and I accidentally ended up spending that time watching a silly movie, which ended up being sort of soothing and relaxing, because sometimes that works? If you had asked me at any other time I would have told you my plans were to get to a bookstore as soon as I had a spare anything to gobble up all the stories in George Saunder's new book, "Tenth of December", and the plan is to still get myself over there to do that soon, but in the meanwhile I've read two of his stories in that book here and here, was utterly gripped by both of them, and the second one there made me cry.
On the way home, I stopped by Croaker's Spot to pick up their cornbread because that is what one does when one wants really good cornbread which should really be called a corncake and what one does when their mom tells you she is making chili and asks, where is the best cornbread around these parts? Whilst picking up said cornbread I stood near this couple who really was too great for the lackluster words I have now left in my weary brain, so I will leave it at that.
I hit traffic on the way home, and felt a little sorry for myself.
But then I came home to my momma with my baby and really, there isn't a single thing to complain about here. Is there some reason that my parents were here during a month that was rough, for several reasons, and love on Sloane so hard? The answer here is, yes.
Plus, when I got home, I saw that we got package in the mail, which is always one of my favorite things, and this particular package was another hat that the lovely Laura had knit, and it's kind of amazing.
and with that, goodnight.