Gray and rainy and dreary - that's what it's been like the past couple of days. My head is full of thoughts and wonderings, but I'm so muddled, I'm not sure I can write them down. Funny, I'm supposed to be so good with words (first an English major, now an attorney), but right now they seem to be failing me, at least in regard to all that's rattling around in my head. Feels like my brain is stuffed with oatmeal - blech. And it's probably not helping my mood, being back at work after a four-day weekend. The novelty would probably wear off pretty quickly, but some days I think it would be lovely to be a lady of leisure.
Maybe I'll just jump right in and rearrange my thoughts as necessary, maybe just the act of writing will help me get untwisted.
I had the privilege of having lunch last Friday with R, a man I've met since K and I have separated. I find him most fascinating - he's tall (didn't realize that was something I liked until recently, I always figured it didn't matter much since I'm so short!), musical, frighteningly intelligent (definitely something that's important to me - I'm tired of dumbing myself down on any level), well-read, likes children, likes shooting (another thing from my past I didn't realize I'd missed until I did it again - nothing like blowing holes in things to relieve stress!), and I probably like him way more than is prudent. Anyway, since Friday I've been thinking about many, many things. I'll see if any of them translate to the written word. I've started trying to write about five different times but always gave up in disgust because nothing was coming out right. See if this time is any different.