Rainy Wednesdays near the end of March in Southeastern Michigan are a recipe for trouble in my household. Wishing for the sunny warmth of the previous two mornings, gloom threatens. Alarms bust us out of bed. Moods are foul. Faces wear scowls. Mumbling and snarls replace chatter and giggles at breakfast. Critical, life-changing decisions about what to pack for snacks (pretzels vs. Cheez-Itz), what to wear (sweats vs. jeans), footwear (sneakers vs. boots), head-gear (hats vs. umbrellas) push us to the edge.
A slight icy coating frosts driveway and sidewalks. We waddle — channeling our inner penguins — to the bus stop corner. Umbrellas save us and slowly change frowns to looks of contented hopefulness. Small things matter.
The kids step on the bus. Success. I am beginning to feel the power of motivation and caffeine. Today is the day. I am going to finish that newsletter I am producing for a local non-profit. Write copy. Edit. Add some pictures. Done.
Back home. I turn on my preferred desktop screen. Nothing. Blackness stares back at me. Stay calm. Turn it back off. Wait a few seconds. After all, it is a rainy Wednesday. Even desktops deserve a slow start on shit days. Turn it back on. The black hole of nothingness persists. I don’t have time for this.
Stay calm. Time for Pandora. The right playlist has the power to turn things around; at least for me. Plan B. A flash drive has the most recent newsletter version. Forward thinking pays off. Edited stories are in my Gmail inbox. Thank-you technology. Black hole, desktop screen funk solved.
My rainy Wednesday morning playlist: Katy Perry – Roar, Blink 182 – Small Things, Kesha – Tik Tok, Kelly Clarkson – Stronger, Lady Gaga – Born This Way/Poker Face, Maroon 5 – Animals/Payphone, Fergie – Big Girls Don’t Cry, Eminem/Rihanna – Monster, Madonna – Holiday, Blondie – Heart of Glass, Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams, Cyndi Lauper – Time After Time, Pat Benatar – Love is a Battlefield, and Lorde – Royals.