“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” ~ Phyllis Diller
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.” ~ Sylvia Plath
“It’s in the morning, for most of us. It’s that time, those few seconds when we’re coming out of sleep but we’re not really awake yet. For those few seconds we’re something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then…and then — ah — we open our eyes and the day is before us and … we become ourselves.” ~ Jerry Spinelli
Were it not for the cat I may well still be sleeping. Of course, a hungry cat will not be denied. It’s rare for me to sleep in like that, but I suspect it is healthy, and I intend to keep it that way. It’s the day before Thanksgiving and it seems I am already giving thanks. Yeh, sometimes my aim is a little off – or maybe I should be thankful a good part of the time? Yeh, whatever. So thank you for reading here. I’d write anyway, even if nobody showed up, but it’s better when you’re here. As for the sleep, I have nothing needs doin’ ‘cept a jaunt down to the dispensary to replenish the meds. I can linger near sleep and dreams until around noon tomorrow, when I go help some with the prep for the dinner I will be attending. There will, of course, be imbibe-able fluids to be had. The weather forecast calls for snow, perhaps a lot. That would certainly add to the ambiance of the affair. Until then I can dabble in the Dreamtime. The day is sunny and clear – 24º F. I’m curious as to when the clouds will start moving in. Hopefully it will be before nightfall; I’d like to watch them pile up a bit before they do what they are fixin’ to do. But first, a shower. I’ll hafta make a decision whether to take to route through town, or travel down Blueberry hill Road. Likely through town. As for my inner life – there’s the lovely woman I often think of, the whispering of the manuscript that nestles on the hard drive, like some digital lump, waiting to be indulged, and fear for the future. Not to worry, that fear is pretty much ubiquitous and omnipresent. Nice phrase, right? I don’t know – I like it. It’s trauma stuff, no biggie.
All is well. Goof gloriously.