Urania stood under dense cloud cover and tapped her foot. “The sniffles? That’s our excuse? Typist has the sniffles?”
“She’s also sneezing occasionally,” Thalia added.
“I think it’s more than that,” said Calliope. “I think she’s ingested too much information again and clogged our creativity pipeline.”
“Is there anything useful we can offer?” Urania felt defeated. It was as if she was the lone player on a soccer team squaring up against Tal, Cal, and Typist. She’d have to accept whatever crumbs they would offer… no matter how disconnected or incoherent they were.
Tal said, “Virtue must come from within… It doesn’t come through instruction, but rather provocation. I stole that from Ralph Waldo.”
“Our feelings have the power to provoke our awareness?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
Typist sneezed and then blew her nose. “Exploring one’s self is the work of a lifetime. A friend once told me that before leading others, a person must learn to lead themself.”
“That will have to do it for today.”
I’ve heard folks comment, “Summer colds are the worst!” But I have to wonder, is any time of year “good” for a cold?
I have to ask, “Are the Muses practicing social distancing and exerting their “muse-itionship” outside your office window?” (Stood under dense cloud cover…) Or is this a reference to clouds of confusion, perhaps resulting from one too many almond danish? Blackberry scones?
May collective clarity return, along with sniffle-free creativity! And leisurely strolls with Henrietta.
>> “I think she’s ingested too much information again and clogged our creativity pipeline.”
I am sooo going to steal that, Cal!