Can't concentrate today.
Maybe because my primary diet staple this weekend was raw peanut butter cookie dough and sugar and fat has glommed up my neurons.
Maybe because a glorious, live, Bach's St. John Passion kept me up in Harvard Square until after 11:30 last night, and I still haven't figured out how to stay up too late on a Sunday and not regret it.
Which, speaking of, maybe it was waking up to a slate-colored sky on a Monday morning and, when snoozing-on to WBUR, have the first thing I hear be:"Heavy rain tonight. Heavy rain tomorrow. Heavy rain on Wednesday. Maybe sun on Thursday."
Maybe, because on OKC this morning, this guy showed up again. Then not just 1, but 2 additional correspondents of yore popped up to chat in "remember me?" fashion, for a total of 3 interested guys who didn't follow through the first time who now, again, either situationally or hormonally, are re-interested, all of which prompted this appropo exchange with one of my favorite FWABs:
Justin: HUH?!?!Maybe it's just 4th-and-long during tax season and it's Holy Week and it's grey and windy and the men in my orbit continue to be even more indecisive than myself.
Karin: Yeah. This whole theory of unavailibility breeding interest is really proving itself over and over. ;-) Guys are so much more predictable than they think they are.
Justin: Guys are 132% more predictable than women.
None of which surprises me.
What does surprise me is that, knowing all of this, I'm still back to feeling restless, again.