Fall Ennui
Night subtly merges into day and vice versa in Whistler during this time of year... plus it's been raining non-stop for almost a week so far. What a schlep it is to get motivated. At. All.
What to do, what to do. Three bears awaiting to be painted stare at me with hollow eyes. I watch wispy steam curls rise from the cup of coffee. It reminds me of the time I accidentally cleaned a paint brush in coffee and took a sip of dirty paint water. The fireplace pops and snaps behind me, running low on wood. Dishes in the sink. Dave's running out of clean t-shirts. I wish it would stop raining for one friggin' day... thank goodness ennui doesn't cause cancer, 'cuz I'd be terminal for sure.
What to do, what to do. Three bears awaiting to be painted stare at me with hollow eyes. I watch wispy steam curls rise from the cup of coffee. It reminds me of the time I accidentally cleaned a paint brush in coffee and took a sip of dirty paint water. The fireplace pops and snaps behind me, running low on wood. Dishes in the sink. Dave's running out of clean t-shirts. I wish it would stop raining for one friggin' day... thank goodness ennui doesn't cause cancer, 'cuz I'd be terminal for sure.
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