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I’m wearing dark charcoal grey lipstick. A black t-shirt that says, “You’re just jealous because the voices talk to me.” I’ved added a touch of mascara and called it done. I’m not feeling the least bit Disney today. It’s all Goth except I’m not willing to do boots or heels. It’s too damned early for uncomfortable shoes, so the jogging shoes break the Goth rule of always trying to look cool, or at least dark. The shoes are white. If the Goth fashion police catch me today I’ll get a ticket.
I’m in one of those bad moods that is actually enjoyable. A shared grumpiness that Jon and I both enjoy. We can only do it on weekends when Trinity is with her father, so I think we enjoy it all the more because we don’t get to do it that often. Jon is using tools in his workshop. Project for the day; a gaming table. Which will mean that the dining room table will be free of gaming stuff again. Yea!
It’s hard to explain what I mean by Goth mentality. It’s not depressed. In fact Jon is perfectly happy making stuff in his workroom. I am working because my muse woke up busy, and I can feel the book moving liquid in my head. Fast, slow, I don’t know, but it’s there and ready to go. Which is very cool. We got to sit at a restaurant and have breakfast out while we looked all dark and grumpy, though I noticed we touched each other more than any of the mundanes did. A bump of shoulder, a caress of hand, a smile, a head laid upon a shoulder, a hug, a kiss. I don’t understand why people don’t touch each other more in public. But my point is this. Jon and I were all too early in the morning, too dark to be out in the daylight, but we seemed happier and more together than most of the happy, normal people.
Gotta go. I’ve got all four dogs in the office with me, and for once they’re all being fairly quiet. The musical Jekyll and Hyde is playing on the CD player. Time to light my candle and get to work.