Following Neil Gaiman, Early Morning Runs, and other whatnot shenanigans.

I had to spell check Shenanigans because, as otherwordly as the word is, it still seems to have a proper spelling. I find that rather unfortunate because I was enjoying being liberal with my "a's" and "n's". So it looked like " Shanannigans!"   But I suppose the "e" does give it a little...something.

Last week, after reading Neil Gaiman's Anansi's boys, I made the exciting discovery that he has a BLOG. Since I have read almost everything there is to read by him, it was more than thrilling that to know that I could read something written by him EVERY DAY! Or whenever he blogs. Unfortunately, although his blog is interesting, it's rather unsettling to know your favorite author  is made of flesh and blood and meets producers, celebrates children's birthdays, and....edits.....works,ect.
But the tone, is more or less, the same, and although slightly taken aback that Mr. Gaiman is human, I am enjoying peeking into an author's life.

As an Afterthought.....Too bad Oscar Wilde never blogged.....though I suspect most of his material, though wildly funny, would not be very appropriate.

Oh. And addressing the middle issue of my blog title: I ran today. My body is now in that paradoxical state of being happily refreshed but pleasantly exhausted. 

I think I'll probably walk later on, and enjoy the sun while it lasts.  I always feel the end of summer expresses Carpe Diem best.

coffee

I  used to think that I was nothing without my cup of coffee securely in hand and a bagel slathered with peanut butter clutched in the other.  I realized, today, as I drove grumpily across town to hand in my time card, that my former assumption was untrue--- I definitely am something.....very.....hideous...with claws and a very deep desire to destroy.

Coffee, then, is none other than my salvation every morning. It is the antidote that keeps me from becoming the evil wicked witch of the west and transforms me into--- Glinda! Albeit, a very bouncy, trouncy Glinda.

And now...
To the munchkins!

Jobless.

I never quite know what to say on blogs.  It seems, I always have good intentions to write but when faced with the blank page, I realize nothing remotely exciting or impressive has happened to me recently.  I am experiencing, of sorts, the anxieties of my great grandparents as they faced a very precarious future with no job, no means of creating a future, and simply trying to live day to day. I used to think they were brave to keep going forward.

I do not feel very brave. In fact, I feel very terrified.