It's Friday night. The night of the week when those half my age wouldn't think of staying in. Especially alone.
Of course, there IS a dog in the vicinity. Naturally. But she's ambivalent to my company tonight. We'll see if that changes before I finish writing this. (On my iPhone - she's got some time to make up her mind.)
In spite of the pride I take in all the work I've accomplished this week, there's a project I'm behind on. An amazing project. (My client's website is devoted to the plane he's building. His second one. See? I told you!) So in spite of the excitement I have about this design, it's just going to have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight is about relaxing. One can only look at a monitor for so many hours in a row.
Relaxing shouldn't give me guilt, should it? I swear I'm gonna learn how to manage this whole "balance" thing. One swing in this hammock chair at a time.
In the introduction of this Jimmy Buffett book I snagged from the friend whose whole house I snagged this week for this stretch of solitude - "Where is Joe Merchant?" - Buffett shares his newfound respect for the writers of the books he now reads, having completed this "novel tale" of his. He's right I know. Those who persevere are achieving feats easy to overlook. After all, people publish books every day, right? Hmph.
Yesterday, HoneyMan asked how much writing I've done since arriving in Atlanta a week ago. Ahem. I performed this fancy conversational misdirection maneuver but he wasn't distracted from the question. So tomorrow after I've basked in a solid morning filled with the challenge of designing a site equally appropriate for a log of aircraft construction AND the subsequent travel therein... I will write.
There. I said it. I will write. Tomorrow.
But not tonight. Tonight I will glory in the absence of humidity on a deck I have all to myself and lose myself in the imaginative mind weavings of a modern day "pirate"'and use his storytelling as inspiration for my own efforts tomorrow.
Why on earth would I not want to stay in on this Friday night??
PS. The elusive, darling doggy came and went. Maybe next time.