A Weekend Lament
Sometimes you want to write and so you start writing on Monday evening, and you get in a few solid paragraphs — a decent start indeed. On Tuesday you race around town, waste an hour and a half at the foreign prefecture because you’re basically an immigrant, decide to knock out two birds with one stone and return the free city bike you’ve been using for the last year, walk home, teach more, then have to wake up before 5 am on Wednesday because your lady has a train to catch to Paris before the crack of dawn. It’s nearly impossible to go back to sleep because again you have to teach all day. Thursday you’re on the new bicycle for twenty minutes during a torrential deluge of wind and rain. Soaked to the bone is the appropriate expression, and why did you wear the brand new green suede Gazelles? The handlebars come loose mid-trip because the store clerk who set up the bike for you last Saturday is either fainéant or incompetent. You wake up in the middle of the night with your throat on fire, then teach again all day, fix those handlebars, eat a tasty burger for dinner, and find bed calling you before midnight. Wake up Saturday and chug some cough syrup laced with codeine, read some Medium, do a bunch of highlighting, and lament the fact that an entire week has been essentially wasted when you otherwise should have been writing.
On a positive note, I woke up this morning to receive this particular notification from Medium:
Sweet! Thanks to you for being a part of what we’re doing here. Love your support.
