Impish and energetic.

I have felt like really writing for days now, but even my ferry rides have been taken up by other people lately. I don’t like to be rude which necessitates at least some conversation and no notebook in front of me. Since I believe the house will be empty over the holiday weekend, I’ve made myself a date for Saturday involving a couple of stiff gin drinks and unfetterred notebook time (writing is the only time I allow myself to drink alone at all).

I feel like great shifts are taking place inside me these days and I’m also feeling suddenly impish – which is an outgrowth of a general impatience. Result = lots of crazy energy tickling my surfaces.

And on that type of impulse I sent a thank-you card to my collection officer at the province this afternoon which complimented his phone voice, mailed several randomly funny things to darren (including snitches and martyrs), and delivered a long ranty monologue to a friend online about not channeling darkness in my life anymore (which is related to those big shifts I’m talking about above). Okay, it’s true, I feel a tad crazy – but I’m not a danger to anyone, so I think it’s okay.