It’s three days into March and the weather is the worst. It’s twenty degrees or so, windy, and the sky is that very pale gray that looks like someone sucked out all the color from it, forever. I went to do my volunteer coaching at a high school in downtown New Haven, and it was so cold, even though I drove and only had to walk two blocks. I’m home now, have been trying to talk myself into doing work for the past hour and a half. Instead of focusing on any of the reading for the three classes I need to be prepared for, I caught up on some emails, did some dishes.
It’s Monday, and a very Mondayish Monday at that. I’m trying out a new Songza playlist called “Rock Therapy”— “self-help and life lessons from the pop-rock charts.” I moved my happy lamp into the kitchen to combat the colorlessness outside. I don’t have to be anywhere til 7:00 tonight, although I’ve told myself I’ll go to school at 4 so I can get stuff done there before tonight’s source cite for the human rights journal.
[note: Rock Therapy is a pretty fun mix, but I’m not sure how good the life lessons are. The last two songs: “It’s in his kiss (the shoop shoop song),” and Regina Spektor’s “On the radio”]