{"id":223,"date":"2009-01-17T18:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-17T23:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/2009\/01\/reflections-or-things-i-thought-of-while-sitting-in-the-coffee-shop.html"},"modified":"2009-01-17T18:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-17T23:00:00","slug":"reflections-or-things-i-thought-of-while-sitting-in-the-coffee-shop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/2009\/01\/reflections-or-things-i-thought-of-while-sitting-in-the-coffee-shop.html","title":{"rendered":"Reflections: or, Things I Thought Of While Sitting in the Coffee Shop"},"content":{"rendered":"

My sister finally started a blog<\/a>. She’s been reading mine for forever and has talked about following my example for a while, and she finally took the plunge. I’m so excited!!! The best part about having one or the other of us be away from home when I was younger was getting letters from her. They were always full of random interesting observations, and everything was written in a way that so perfectly mirrored her personality. Now my RSS aggregator stands poised to snap up each new post for me. It’s like getting letters, only without having to go down to the mailbox. The only things missing are the paper itself and the notes and illustrations on the envelopes.<\/p>\n

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I’ve wondered for a while about starting yet another blog. Then I realized that this is a bad idea. Having a place devoted to only those things that I’m not comfortable posting in my public blog or this blog would just be granting myself permission to wallow and whine and post trivial nonsense about the mundane happenings in my life (because that’s really what’s left out of my two current spaces, for the most part), and there’s something to be said for just letting that stuff go. What I really should do is take up my paper journal again… but that’s unlikely. Paper journals don’t have spell check, and they don’t make my scribblings legible for me, and they’re harder to edit, so I just don’t enjoy writing in them. Still, I think I’m going to broaden my view of what’s “appropriate” for this space. I miss writing and I need to do more of it, which means loosening up on my mental definition of what goes here at least a little bit.<\/p>\n

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I’ve seen a man walking around in short sleeves today, and others driving cars with their windows open. Never mind that it’s still well<\/em> below freezing; it’s 40 degrees warmer today than it was yesterday. This puts people in mind of spring. I would expound on the stupidity of relying on relative rather than actual temperature except that I also left the house without putting on my hat or mittens, so I guess I should just be quiet.<\/p>\n

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My heart hasn’t beat with an even rhythm since Wednesday. I’m beginning to wonder if I just don’t have the stamina for working until 10pm yet or if I’m headed back into the hell that was Fall. I’m hoping it’s just a lack of stamina, but so far all my efforts to make my schedule work for me have failed, and next week promises to be no better. Meanwhile, exhaustion causes the irregular heart rhythm which causes more exhaustion which kills my appetite which causes more exhaustion. Not fun.<\/p>\n

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I’m simultaneously anticipating and dreading reading the Odyssey for a book group I joined. I haven’t done that kind of reading a long while, and the other people in the book group are all incredibly well educated and widely read. But it will feel good to stretch those particular mental muscles.<\/p>\n

The book sits beside me now, thick and superior, reminding me how natural it used to be to read it’s like. And this particular copy is mocking me with it’s faux deckle edges. Such pretension is not only unnecessary but actually makes reading more difficult. I refuse to be daunted, though.<\/p>\n

Well, tomorrow I will refuse to be daunted. Today, I’ll let it sit and weigh down the space next to me on the couch while I finish a book intended for children, full of fairies and fantasy and fierce bad guys. There’s no sense in being too grown up all the time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My sister finally started a blog. She’s been reading mine for forever and has talked about following my example for a while, and she finally took the plunge. I’m so excited!!! The best part about having one or the other of us be away from home when I was younger was getting letters from her. … Continue reading Reflections: or, Things I Thought Of While Sitting in the Coffee Shop<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-223","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-randomness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/223","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=223"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/223\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pegasuslibrarian.com\/droplets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}