Good things and rainbows and... a heavy week
I was in the Michigan UP over the weekend, as I do every summer, land of crap cell phone coverage (and that's a GOOD thing), getting sunburn, swimming in a reservoir so laced with iron that the water is red, enjoying a big deep sky bursting with stars. I've already written here how much good this annual trip does my soul (how could it not?).
I'm on deadline at work, and I have the weight of two transmissions on my brain, and I have a triathlon to run this weekend. Tonight, I'll see my husband play guitar with Dr. Chow, despite the wealth of other excellent bands playing this weekend, not to mention Bastille Days, one of my favorite outdoor festivals. Part of the reason I'll be at Linneman's tonight is a rare appearance from Mr. Voot Warnings and his band, and a check in with the Peder Hedman Quartet. Yes, it's a night of milwaukee underground old school at Locust Street.
Some writers can write wonderful things during heavy weeks. (Perhaps because they are paid to do so.). I am not one of them. Or maybe because my troubles are simply mundane, things that will go away, things that are only money and time and I'll get back, which means theyr'e not very interesting to most people. I'll be back after the weekend, and hopefully this writer's block will have been lifted.