Must Be the Cold

“Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of ‘psst’ that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important you’ve tried to engineer. ” ~ David FosterWallace

“I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.” ~ Stephen Jay Gould

“All the possibilities of your human destiny are asleep in your soul. You are here to realize and honor these possibilities. When love comes in to your life, unrecognized dimensions of your destiny awaken and blossom and grow. Possibility is the secret heart of time.” ~ John O’Donohue

For a while at first I couldn’t get warm. The outside air felt harsher than usual, the inside air felt needy and greedy, willing to take on any spare heat, yet unwilling to give any back. Air with an attitude? Apparently so. Also apparent is that as I slowly garnered fresh adaptation to the waking state I came to realize that perhaps the aggressive chill was not so much me after all. I clicked a few and pulled up the weather site. Yep, eight degrees above zero. Silly me, the reason for the aggressive chill is that it is friggin cold outside! But it wasn’t the cold that woke me up. It was the cat, poking at my face. She hasn’t done that in a long time. It was kinda cute and refreshing, and because I’ve had plenty of sleep overnight the cat’s gesture did not piss me off. Yeh, all this mundane stuff is about all I have this morning. It’s been a bad 24 hours; stomach cramps and significant pain, and a severe bitter taste in my mouth. I finally left work early and slept for most of the next 15 hours. As to what actually caused the pain? Whatever. I can’t be bothered with that because it just feels kinda buggy, that’s all, k? Geez, I feel kinda cranky. Must be the cold, right?

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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