Day Six – Unproductively Productive
Okay so I know that title doesn’t make very much sense, but hopefully I can explain. I awoke to a phone call this morning, roughly just after 8am from one of the many Cat rescue groups that I have been plaguing with phone calls. Unfortunately it wasn’t helpful information beyond, they haven’t found my Dear Hearts cat. One more name off the list. What it did do though is wake me up enough to start calling around again and checking the internet for anyone who may have found her. Still nothing but as many of you know I’m not prone to giving up without a fight.
It was just after I finished making my rounds of phone calls when I received a wonderful message from my Dear Heart. It was absolutely wonderful getting to chat with her and touch base for a little while about her trip. Sounds like some things are a touch rocky to start with, but I’m certain that it will all sort itself out over the next few weeks. If nothing else it just re-affirmed how much I miss her and wish I could easily transport myself over to Europe to see her. I’ve actually juggled the idea of spending the week I have off between my scheduled block of shifts to fly out to Dublin to meet up with her for a little while. Not this is mostly a pipe dream, considering that it would cost me close to a month’s pay check to fly out there for the week on such short notice. But it’s still a fun notion.
Now having gotten the chance to devour away 30 minutes of my day reciting how much I loved and missed my Dear Heart, I was left in quite a wonderfully happy state. Practically glowing if I would say so myself. Which immediately served as the motivation I needed to get started on some of the silly little projects I’ve been meaning to do. Over the next few hours I toiled away on sorting files and planning out how I was going to conquer the disarray that is my home. This would have been a grand achievement too if I didn’t stop to lay down and have a quick 20 minute nap. (Note: I went to bed just after 5:30am and was up just after 8am, so I was a little exhausted.) Well close to two hours later I finally pulled myself from my bed and went back to work. Well something a kin to work, since somehow I got quite a bit accomplished even though it looked far more like I was just listening to music and watching the BBC. For a completely lazy day it seems I’ve accomplished being productive despite myself.
Now I get to enjoy the beautiful, if cool summer weather out at my new writing station. The feel of the clear breeze running across my skin as I sit here lightly listening to music and the sounds of the city around me. I’ve got to admit the focus and trance like state I get into when writing always comes easier in environments like this one, or maybe a neighbourhood coffee shop. Now I just need to find a way to kiss my Dear Heart good night, to make this day go by perfectly.
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