A day where I'm comatose On Hold with the traffic court - Day 23 of 30 day writing challenge

My view while On Hold (Golden Gate Bridge fog horn in background)

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

Today is a day where I won't make any decisions without first having a sign. Until I see one, I'll be comatose. I want to see if this universe is really looking out for me.

I need to be prompted for everything. I might need to meditate a lot if I have nothing incoming. Spam emails don't count.

just lying on the couch high on life

A slow motion kind of day? Or fast-paced? (I can always say No if I am already doing something equally as important.) I feel like I already live this way but now I'm just going to pay extra attention to the nuances today.

My body aches in the cold so I'm lying in the sun, like my cats do. I'm taking a cat nap while going through my to-do list of phone calls. My yoga client presumably cancelled so I gave her some cues for poses to do on her own. I'm On Hold with the courthouse attempting to sign my son up for traffic school, lying in the sun on the couch.

In my mind I remember that yesterday all of my spells came true. The way it works is that the day a spell comes true, I just feel it. It's the next day (today) where I get the proof. So, I smile and wait for the evidence.

multi-tasking with technology

While I'm on my iPhone, I am getting incoming emails and can read 500 Word Facebook articles. But first I'll close my eyes and bask in this moment where no one can call me yet I'm doing something.

My right wrist is sore from yoga so it's not a good idea to sit on my computer now and scroll. Ok, fine. China gel instead.

...an hour later and I'm still On Hold with the county courthouse. I still see the hold time ticking and hear a click. I hung up already once and called back in case there was a problem. Back in the queue. This is a relaxing morning. Check out my view and although I can't see or feel the fog, the Golden Gate Bridge fog horn is going (which is right on the other side of the mountain in the distance).

because Traffic School is the answer to my stress-relieving

I just read Tom's article on backpacking so I've added a couple items to my REI list, Michaela's on her kitty and Vanessa's on kombucha. I'll go pour myself some kombucha now while I wait for the inevitable clerk to take my $52 so that my son's ticket doesn't increase my insurance rate by like $500 per month (I might be exaggerating, maybe not though).

Liberty's 750 word link excites me so that I can continue this experiment. I am loving it. I don't want it to end (at least the motivation to write daily) and it analyzes your moods and gives you graphs. Cool. It's all private so I'll miss all the interaction.

Now I've been On Hold 1 hour and 10 minutes. It's better than waiting in line at the traffic court. I hate going there, mainly because they always take my gadgets from my purse (and I always forget). They think I'm going to injure someone with my metal nail file or tweezers. If I wanted to injure someone there, it would be with my voice, but so far they are kind as they accept my checks that are written on behalf of my son, written by his dad. I'm the gopher, the one who gets things done.

My next prompt is that my cute Himalayan kitty needs his eyes wiped. He won't do it himself. He is offering his face to me asking.

a secret check will be generated for my reward?

And wow I'm still On Hold. I think I'm secretly hoping that if I stay on long enough, their system will malfunction and a check will automatically be generated and sent to me without anyone knowing. It was 1:45. Then I got another call, which I took, got some good news and back to the court house line again.

Good times.