Feels Like Summer To Me

It’s hot outside and inside there is a constant drone from the air conditioner. I’m waiting for the next bit of inspiration to come to me and at the same time wondering why I’m not rich and famous yet. I’m sure there are lots of good reasons but I can’t think of any at the moment. I suppose it’s all a numbers game and I got no numbers. No hits, no views, nothing. Since I’m free of all (any) expectations I guess I can happily continue to do my own thing and have a good time. Celebrities don’t seem to be any happier than I am, so there.

Meanwhile the camera batteries are charging and the memory cards have been formatted. There is film in the film camera du jour (a Sawyer’s Nomad). I could go to Chicago on the weekend and take photos of tourists taking photos or just wander downtown waiting for something interesting to happen. I could stay at home and sleep late… Where is that Muse when I need her? I’ll think about it at work today and see if I can come up with a plan.