The problem is, I finished the book on my way to work… meaning I don’t have anything to read over lunch when I simply must flee the manacles of my spreadsheet life and seek the haven of the lawn.
Sitting out here on the lawn sans book is ok… I guess… I could be using my iphone to surf the web, I could lie back half assedly counting sheep in a happy almost sleepy doze.
But I want to be reading… I want to fall headfirst into another universe and be swallowed whole. Not having a book is annoying! I even looked over in the “Recycle Books” table in the café to see what there was . I have never had much luck there before… the table simply groans with cheap romance novels and “modern cult classics” like Jurassic Park (gag). Today was no exception.
It’s a happy 80 degrees out here. There is even a nice bit of wind. Never mind the book… I can be an optimist, find the joy in my liquid lunch of strawberry milkshake and my notebook and maybe try writing something… maybe I can create the fantasy world…. There’s a thought… In my imaginary world there are no such things as calories or food allergies. Excellent! What else should my world have? Maybe a 4 day work week or a required paid holiday every quarter … or a Karma godfairy type who will grant wishes to the overworked auditor… I think I would like to turn CLIENT XYZ into a toad stool and then feed him to CLIENT ABC….
Oh look, lunch time is over.
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