Fog

July 25

Santa Cruz is a strange foggy land in the summer. Every morning I wake to banks of clouds outside my windows. I drive up the hill through thickening mist, and it's only a mile or so from work that I get above the fog-level and see the sky. In the afternoon I descend back into the fog as I go home. There's an oppressive sort of beauty to it. It's not ultimately a very interesting beauty, though.

I was moderately productive yesterday-- I felt really good, very up-and-at-'em. I did some Speculon stuff. I got three stories ready to go in the mail. I did some business-of-writing administrative stuff. The hours went by. Around 8:30 p.m. I realized I'd been sitting at a computer for 12 hours, more or less, with just a break to drive home from work. I decided to spare my hands for the rest of the evening, and hung out with Scott on the couch watching amusingly bad television. I made a big meatful pasta dinner around 9:30, which made me content and sleepy. Around 11:30 I went to bed. That's *very* early for me. I usually turn in after 1 a.m. I expected to wake up early, but I didn't. I got up this morning after 8, feeling terribly groggy. Too much sleep does that to me. I feel like I have fog in my head. I'm staring at my day-job to-do list and finding it very bewildering. And, obviously, this journal entry isn't a model of sparkling effervescence.

More odd dreams last night. This time there was a parade of lunatics, and a dinner party where the only guests were myself and every woman I've ever dated (and I'm using a rather loose interpretation of "dated," here). The dinner party wasn't even remotely tense. It was a lot of fun.

It's a bad sign when it's only 9:04 a.m. and I'm already waiting for the workday to be over. Bleah. I feel like taking a long walk and shaking the dust off my brain. There are a lot of cool things happening in my life right now, and normally that keeps me excited, but this morning I feel like I'm looking at my own life through a greasy pane of glass. No fun. Maybe I need some caffeine. I think I'll make some tea. That can't hurt, can it?

I'll probably write again later today, to let you know if I managed to get revved-up...