The glow shone down from overhead on another day, sun slipping in by the time we got our matinee, pages under our fingers after posting up at the bookstore for a bit, and tall green blades of all-too-fragile soon-to-dry-out catnip in between our cat’s teeth. In between, laundry; ahead of us, taxes.

Some days, nothing is as important as doing as little as possible. I did get some music in, tax prep, language and some reading, but I stayed close to home. Still shooting myself in the figurative foot with late-to-bed hours, but it’s either that or napping while I’m off from certain temptations.

This evening, I had a wild idea fall out of the first quarter moon sky, land on my head and not even hurt. It would probably take several years to pull off with classes and training, require me to level up on several personal fronts and have no precedent in anything I’ve ever tried but it’d be wild.

Often a good grip on things early, not world beating so much as confident with a sense of potential. It doesn’t slip away with the coffee or the hours, but more with the light swinging around to one side of the building or the traffic pattern noise changing. Different from being at home. Still good.

Perched on the edge of another backward topspin, and I shouldn’t grin while I’m ahead, having fun but not yet won. It took most of the last time things weren’t aligned for something to fall quite right. I’ll leave my lanes open around me, signal my turns and leave bumper space like it’ll protect me.

I slept like an abandoned fire, poorly extinguished and still smoldering, but I managed to bank myself against a hearth for long enough to help warm the house, throw off enough light and limit smoke. Later, there was food and chances to catch up on other things. Maybe even sleep, if I get it right.

I didn’t get to do a thing I wanted with folk I like, but I did get some work done and a walk in. I listened to music I haven’t thought about enough from a group I’ve only rarely listened to. I managed not to spend too much time fixated on distant disasters. I await the ones to come closer to home.

Today was restful. I got in some work on a few songs, hung up some clothes and ordered them in my closet, and spent some quality time with the exercise bike. As much as I like working in a newsroom, getting there and back is still a big shift from the last few years’ needs but y’know, I can do this.

Today’s day-off fun activities: an outage that knocked our refrigerator out and nothing else. Figuring this out meant calling its maker, who agreed to get someone to fix it before learning its two-year warranty had expired a month ago. A cherry on top after: a multi-hour high-speed Internet failure.

Unsettled weather is on its way, but it’s also here, it’s sure funny how that works. Today, the weather service kept sending alerts for little storm cells wandering loose around the Bay Area’s southern edges, and now there’s a tropical storm aiming for the state’s southeastern corner by Saturday.