we ate ice cream in a desert dream

Today is Wednesday, which means it is my day off, but not really. I have a lot of reading to do, errands to run, a trail run to run, and maybe dinner with a friend who I am going to Europe with. I am tired of my hair and I want to cut it all off and probably will end up doing just that; I am impulsive after all. My place is a disaster, which is sooo rare knowing me, but since running the marathon on Saturday I haven't cleaned or put things away since. Shocking I know. I have a lot to do and don't want to do any of it...
This is what I want to do today...
I want to lay out on the grass in the sun (sun where are you today??)
I want to write a letter
I want to talk to old friends
I want to paint and make more erasures
I want a margarita or two, but really I want three or four
I want to sit next to my record player and listen to vinyls
I want to cuddle up next to a fire
I want the moon (I realize this doesn't quite fit with what I want to do per se, I just want it)...(I would settle for some moon dust)
I want to read the book that is sitting on the Ballard Library shelf but the library is still closed.
I want to sing along to my favorite French musical, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, and not be embarrassed by it, for it is a beautiful beautiful film and oh so vibrant.
I want a lot.

AN ADDENDUM: 5 hours later...
Got a cute haircut. Super cute.
Got that book.
Ran 5 miles and smiled the whole time....resisted the urge to keep going...
Proposed dinner plans with Greta at La Carta de Oaxaca and will have margaritas.
And now at Caffe Fiore with a bagel with cream cheese, an americano, and some readings....it is nice...