Too bored to even sleep
This is one of those “nothing on” evenings. Just like a TV, where there’s a myriad of channels with nothing on, I’m in a grey funk. Nothing on. Tomorrow I’m travelling and this evening there’s a ton of laundry (figuratively), but the machine can only process so many pieces per load. Fill it full, and things just sit there, soggy and soapy. Moderation is needed.
I can’t get into the book I’m currently reading, even if I admire the style of the author. In fact, it’s a step up from the novel I just passed on to the book shelf at the office: one where the “real” author died and someone else is writing on his behalf. The characters have the right names and professions, but the moves are not the same. One where I should have known better, but the trust we place in publishers to pick winners doesn’t always get repaid.
The hurricane is hitting far east of here; winds are rising in southern Nova Scotia and CNN is carrying surf shots captured by cellphones that happened to be on location. If Hollywood and Atlanta don’t care, maybe your local telecomm company can fill the void. Since Kyle is hitting the Maritimes during darkness, we don’t even have that to watch. Like I said, nothing on. The BridgeCam is shaking, but it does that when big trucks go by.
Locally, the mayor has flipflopped and decided that Red Bull Air isn’t for him. Ergo, not for us, either. I do wish elected officials would do what they’re paid to do. This one is a real Don Quixote, and the city doesn’t even have any windmills worthy of his attention.
