What a pointless day! I guess we all must have them once in a while.
Usually I can salvage something from almost any experience, but today defeated me. It was cold, with a cold breeze, blowing sheets of pollen down from the palo verde tree, and both ends of my video setup were acting up, from the camera to the new IMovie update, which made the worst film editing software on Earth even worse (and this was not thought to be possible…)
Even Jupiter looks wrong to me, glowing redly in the Eastern sky. I feel like I’ve been cold for years; as if my hands will never unlock. The forecasts in the 90s for next week seem like a cruel taunt; it will possibly finally warm up here just as I leave for chilly San Diego, where it will be up to Bryan Ferry to warm my creaky cockles with his sheer hotnesss. God help me, the pool stubbornly, despite the new solar cover, hovers at 59F, and I still cannot swim. I am still not finished with my book layouts, All of my work today (and there was 12 solid hours of it) was essentially useless, and must all be redone. I should have known when I was beaten; by 10 am I had enough information to call foul, and I could have changed my name and joined the Foreign Service, or gone back to bed with a bottle of wine.
Luckily, Bill cheered me up with a photo of the carrot cake he had at the Sydney Street Cafe in St. Louis, which has apparently morphed from high-end pub food to bizarre art food. If my day was carrot cake, it would definitely look like this, complete with wizened bits sticking out of it.