Swimwear

Of course your bathing suits look good on supermodels. But I hesitate before ordering online...

Maybe if there was a button where I could choose a model with a body more like mine? And see where I would bulge unpleasantly between the tankini top and sexy scoop bottom?

But I guess that would defeat the purpose of the ad, wouldn't it? I'm supposed to dream big, or rather, dream small, and think unrealistic thoughts about summer clothing.

Is it really so much to ask for a bathing suit that keeps everything where it belongs?

I guess it is.

False alarm?

Because of the nice weather, we have all of the windows open. This drives the dog crazy, because he can hear people and cars and other dogs walking by WITHIN HIS EARSHOT!

So, he barks. He barks to inform those people and cars and other dogs that they are invading his territory, which naturally consists of everything within his earshot.

And I tell him, "Shhh! It's okay!"

But how can I be so sure? Maybe, just this once, there really is a robber or a monster walking by. I feel guilty for responding so hastily.

Until he barks again.

Spring

With the blossoms, it was an explosion.
One morning, I woke up, and the world had gone from drab to brilliant. Decorated in yellows and every imaginable shade of pink.

But the green snuck up on me. Every day, a little bit more of it.
The tree branches blushing with pale buds, gradually darkening and opening up into leaves.

Each blossom that falls is replaced by a cluster of green. Gradually, the stark contrast of the bare grey branches against the clear blue sky softens, and soon, the sky is barely visible through the canopy of leaves.

It's Spring.

Congestion

I would rather be asleep right now, but my nose is conspiring against it. Every time I lay my head down on my pillow, congestion settles in, and frustration keeps me awake.

I rummaged around in the cupboard and managed to find a half-dose of pseudoephedrine. The decongestant that, ironically, seems to induce sleeplessness, which is precisely the congestion symptom that I am trying to combat. I wonder if a half-dose will help me breathe without making me jittery? Unlikely. It will probably make me jittery without helping me breathe.

Good thing I have a book to read.

Until Sleep Takes Me

Like malleable puzzle pieces that can fit together in a thousand different ways.

I twine my arm through yours, and cushion my head against your chest. My thumb traces an invisible line between your shoulder blades.

Your body twitches briefly with an involuntary spasm that tells me you have already fallen asleep. I know that I won't fall asleep holding you here. I need to roll over onto the molded pillow that supports my neck and keeps my spine aligned.

But I know you don't mind, and I think I will hold you for just one minute longer.

Gridlock

Don't shrug your shoulders and roll your eyes at the car in front of you.

Common courtesy and rules of the road dictate your course of action when approaching an intersection: If there isn't room for you to make it all the way through, wait patiently behind the stop line until there is room.

But you got greedy. You were afraid you would miss the light if you waited. So you crept into the intersection, and now, a dozen of us going the other way will miss our light.

Gridlock is your fault; I'm honking at YOU.

Dreary Day Off

It's a dismal day.

The dim light of the sun that remains after being filtered through the dense bank of clouds barely illuminates the room and must be supplemented by electric lights.

It's hard to feel motivated on a day like today. It is well into the afternoon, and I am still in my pajamas. But I really don't mind too much. It's my day off, and although there are many things that I could do, I can also afford to just sit.

Sometimes it's nice to just sit. There will be other days off.

Wasting Time

I'm not a morning person. When I work the early morning shift, I can't get to sleep soon enough, and I end up falling asleep after work and wasting the rest of the day.

But when I work the evening shift, I sleep in and waste the first part of the day.

Is it better, then, for me to work from 9-5? Of course not! I wake up just in time for work, come home, have dinner, and waste the evening.

Perhaps the problem is not the time of day, but rather my knack for wasting time.

Introduction

The concept of this journal is that each entry must contain exactly 100 words - no more, no less. I didn't invent this concept; I stole it from 100words, but I don't know whether I want to commit to writing an entry every day, so I started this journal rather than joining there.

I'm using spellcheck to count my words. Titles don't count; everything else is counted however their software chooses to count it. Hyperlinks will be added after the fact and not counted.

This entry counts, too. It has 100 words just like every other entry.