Today is the summer solstice. The longest day of the year.
I sat down tonight to write (actually type, I tend to write longhand. In a notebook. A really really fat notebook stuffed with lots of scraps of paper and filled with endless musings from my inner mind. It’s even scarier than the blog, trust me) when the lightbulb at my desk blew out.
What luck I have, eh? My lightbulb burns out on the longest day of the year. Ha! Like I’m going to worry about that now. I have until freaking 9:30 or something until it gets dark in here…well, too dark to see anyway. And then? Well, I can just type by the glow of the computer monitor.
Me get a new lightbulb? Never happen, not tonight. Happy solstice to you all and to all a good summer. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to play solitaire for like three hours or something before the sun goes down.
Until next illumination…
PS Did you know that, if you type in “lightbulb” into google’s spell checker thing it asks you, “did you mean lustfully.“ Really. Now you know.