thursday morning and i'm waking up slow. i try to read something and it just doesn't take. if i don't find my mind catching on to what's going on in the book, i become a little impatient. i'm thinking about anything else. i give up and try another book.

i have about four or five going, so i should be able to find one i can key into. there's a pleasure book also - when nothing else works, that does. but i'm so far behind on the ones i have to do that i get less pleasure out of the pleasure book and i get impatient with that.

then there's this - though i like just reporting what i do, i get behind here too. i like to keep these up and let you know what's going on, all the while protecting my family and kids - so you get a limited-surface view much as you do the moon. there's a side of me you never see. the rest of me you see more than you probably want to.

it's become distinctly, markedly, significantly cooler. i like that except that hay fever season is still full blast, so i've kept my aircon on in hopes of sleeping better. the aircon will at least filter the air regardless of its temp which actually doesn't influence me much. in other words if it's cool and there's aircon, it might get real cool, but i don't mind. it's deceptive though. in texas i thought, it can get as hot as it wants, but when it's dry and there's no hay fever, that's a huge relief. turns out it could get too hot, and get too hot easily. it was hard to live with 90 + temps all summer and i'm grateful to be more or less over it.

i am in a kind of groove on writing. when my mind is scrambled like now i don't really want to try it. but it will unscramble. let the coffee kick in!