Best laid plans

[vaneramos]

Last night I was supposed to move bedtime forward 15 minutes. It didn't happen. I went to bed at 11 and read for half an hour, as I've done for the past few days. It was a fitting finale for a day in which plans went awry.

I got off to a good start: slept until 8, shower, breakfast, some writing and meditation. Then a game of CivIII sidetracked me for four hours. On one hand I could consider it recreational down time; on the other it cuts valuable hours I could spend writing and doing other creative pursuits. I chose to sacrifice evening game time so I could go to bed earlier and read more, but old habits die hard. It comes squeezing out a different direction. Inner conflict over motivation causes stress, too. Am I trying to do too much, or do I need more willpower? Creativity requires time present before the naked page.

I had planned to leave for Toronto around 1:00 to stay with Danny until early next week. By the time I washed dishes, packed and made my way downstairs it was 4:00.

The car wouldn't start. It turned over but didn't stick.

I called CAA. They sent somebody to lend a hand, but it still couldn't start. Eventually a tow truck came and took the car away.

It could have become a very depressing evening. Instead I called Lori. We went to the Penny Whistle for dinner. I had wings, salad, two papadums, a pint of cider and a shot of Drambuie. We laughed and told stories.

On the way home, the full moon shot brilliantly through transparent, scalloped, pearlescent clouds. It had a brilliant halo with a ruddy corona, startling hint of blood in a silvery-black sky.

I had a productive writing session on the winter journal, oblivious to the passage of time. When I left my desk it was 10:30. I checked email, got ready for bed and reached my bedroom at 10:50 to find the bed unmade. The laundry is still in the back seat of the car. It took 10 minutes to find a spare pillow slip and make the bed.

I will try again tonight for 10:45.

This morning I called Michael's Automotive. The Sunfire had safely arrived. I'm waiting to hear the damage. One way or another I will make my way to Toronto today, even if I have to take the bus like old times.

Comments

[changeling72.livejournal.com]

"On the way home, the full moon shot brilliantly through transparent, scalloped, pearlescent clouds. It had a brilliant halo with a ruddy corona, startling hint of blood in a silvery-black sky."

I love this description. Very poetic.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)