distractionary tale

now playing: grateful dead, "terrapin station"

gotta stroke my creative genes...i'm a freakin' writer now, after all.

i started this cute little project this afternoon - twice - shot the first draft in the foot and then realized that this was the wrong way to go about this, as far as the spirit of this project was concerned, so now i'm just gonna go with it, as much as i can, and hope that i actually like what comes out.

thankfully, it's been a pretty lazy day, for the most part - however, in neglecting some of my other responsibilites, i'm stacking the cards against myself for tomorrow. i have to go to work, and i will probably have to do an emmaus run as well...but i want to try and engineer that to take up a small chunk of the afternoon and be done with it.

i'm finding myself to be less and less patient with clients/customers lately. i get phone calls for things that people should be able to take care of themselves, and i'm normally a very patient person where that's concerned - but i'm gettin' a little short on patience these days. i think a big part of it is that any activity after work requires that one of us be carless, or that we both go along. i don't have a problem with the latter, but it relegates both of us to the same agenda for the night. and with rehearsals and kids to carpool to various and sundry locations, it makes it pretty unnecessarily hectic.

this is all gonna change very soon, though. the new and improved "grover" shall be paid for and on its way this time next week. i can't begin to tell you how much less tension there'll be around here as a result.

dylan was looking at the pictures of the van when i grabbed that one to post it and he's stoked - i'd so love to put him on the bus with me and take him out to pick it up and ride back with me. i think he'd get such a kick out of that.

ok, back to my tale....