On a day when I'm finally finishing that article that has hung over my head for three weeks, almost finished; and need to work on airline schedules, voter registration, and other miscellanea, which really should be finished today...
not one but three invitations to chat, to have dinner, to go out. My negative response puts the lie to my usual complaint that nobody pays attention to me, that I'm pathetic and alone and what not.
I think it's a peculiar kind of synchronicity: when I actually get the energy to do something, perhaps I therefore – in some obscure, San Francisco-mystical kind of way – impinge more on people's consciousnesses.
How odd, and sometimes slightly annoying, is the timing of the world...
Of course it's a full moon. But there you are.
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