The first half of today was relaxed and a bit spacey. I dressed up, got coffee with Hannah, went to work, ate a fancy lunch, and gave my presentation.
Now I’ve had a bit of a break at home (guitar and books and sugar) and I feel like changing into a lot of denim and skipping my creative writing class to work on my resume and read more of Dandelion Wine. (Which is a strange book to be reading in a wet Oregon spring. Everything seems even more dreamlike than Bradbury meant it, I think.)
Sometimes days just go like this and today I feel lucky that I can kind of say “fuck it” and just do what feels good.