Well. This is awkward. I'm sitting here in my living-room couch and I honestly can't think of anything to say. I've been on an "austerity budget" for some time (keeping in mind, of course, that "austerity" in my case allows for an occasional trip to the cinema, since I mostly live off romaine lettuce, avocados, and homemade bread) and, consequently, not many adventures have come my way.
Here's what has come my way: the Midwest summer heat. When I was in Italy in June 2010, I wrote about the heat, about sleeping with the third-level balcony window open even though it meant being picked half to death by mosquitoes. This summer, I am not in Italy and there are no mosquitoes, just the overpowering humidity and a strong breeze that does nothing to ease the heat. This time, however, I have an air-conditioned apartment built halfway underground. I'm going to consider that a win.
This heat makes me feel lazy, sleepy, unmotivated. Everything feels like a stream of consciousness, events and thoughts and conversations (mostly with the cat) following one after another with little connection between them other than temporal proximity. I just wrote the words "temporal proximity." That alone should signal that, where my brain is concerned, it is quitting time. If it weren't for Google Calendar, I would get absolutely nothing done.
So, here we go. A placeholder until the words come back. And here's the piece of music currently occupying most of my available brainspace: Don Giovanni--or, at least, a trailer for the new recording featuring some of the badassiest classical singers working today.
