I’m not focusing very well. Not right now. Frankly, I’m a little overwhelmed with all the writing and the day job and the new play and such. I know that me being overwhelmed is nothing new, and reading about it isn’t terribly interesting. But there you are.
Gustav is not helping matters. Nor is the vast quantity of caffeine surging through my veins. I am having an extended ADD moment, rotating through a series of questions that include:
1. If the worst should happen and we are left homeless (again), should Jonno and I throw ourselves at the mercy of wonderful friends (again), or should we become nomads? And if we become nomads, should we make the most of it by following a particularly infamous route? Or is that too schticky?
2. In the bold, new, eco-centric aughties, is the traditional solar array an option for our house?
3. If the answer to #2 is “no”, could I construct enough solar-powered luminaria (or battery-powered luminaria) to light our house without hurting myself or loved ones?
4. On a completely different tangent: is Hallmark not the evil, antiseptic, teddy bear-loving corporation I’d always thought it to be? And if it isn’t, am I obligated to watch its godforsaken cable channel?
Given my condition, for the first time in years I’m looking forward to Southern Decadence and the subsequent trip to the beach with dad and my brothers. (Note: the Cassandra in me wanted to add, “Assuming the beach is still there”, but the Pollyanna in me won out. Is that light at the end of the tunnel, or Wile E. Coyote on a fast-moving handcar?)
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