“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
To continue my annual blog post tradition I would like to beg your attention to deep and urgent matters of the spirit, the first of which being this excellent Mexi-mocha experience in a ceramic mug. I have less than 8 minutes remaining on the meter and have thus far determined my blog subject and inhaled a sturdy slice of gluten-free quiche containing all mysteries of flavor and subsistence. Today is Stripe Thursday which I started at my temp job and am bravely continuing despite said job's expiration. Now that we've exchanged pleasantries I'll get right to the quick of the matter.
Summer
Time
Passes
You
By
Bye
Blackbird
Singing
In
The
Rain
Shield
My
Heart
Of
Glass
Cleaner
By
The
Minute
Rice
A
Roni
You see, no matter how deep or thoughtful my insight there is always a grand current of mirth and wild abandon that swoops in to rescue me from morosity. Today this current presents as coffee. Double tall, half sweet, coconut caramel macchiato. In other words, kiss my craft latté ass, you rainy day! Writing time is over. Laundry time is now. I'd like to thank my captive audience (pretty sure that's kidnapping), Woods Coffee, and Apple products for enabling my writing habit. That is all (until next year).
