![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I'm feeling very low on energy this morning; walked with Andy in the park, but didn't head off to the gym when he did. So I'm sitting here, not sure what I want to do, feeling vaguely left out of, well, nothing in particular.
I want a well-paid, interesting, job doing something meaningful. I don't need to save the world: but if I edit things, I want them to be things someone will actually read.
There ought to be a write-up of Sousa's "The Glass Blowers" here, but for the moment what you're getting is that it's Gilbert and Sullivan meets the Spanish-American War, except without all the patter songs. Instead, there are familiar bits of march music: they're going along, resolving an operetta plot, and the orchestra is playing "Three Cheers for the Red White and Blue" ("a duck may be somebody's mother").
I want a well-paid, interesting, job doing something meaningful. I don't need to save the world: but if I edit things, I want them to be things someone will actually read.
There ought to be a write-up of Sousa's "The Glass Blowers" here, but for the moment what you're getting is that it's Gilbert and Sullivan meets the Spanish-American War, except without all the patter songs. Instead, there are familiar bits of march music: they're going along, resolving an operetta plot, and the orchestra is playing "Three Cheers for the Red White and Blue" ("a duck may be somebody's mother").