Back Into Bed
Sunday. Another good night's sleep, the energy yesterday much better, particularly in the evening. Nice, if it continues. It surprises me, every now and then, and I go off on a “well finally” this thing is working itself out. And then time passes and I notice, well, has anything changed? And then time passes and I repeat whatever I've been saying for these last two years. At least I can still remember what it was I was saying. This is progress of some sort and I'll take progress of any old sort on a Sunday.
Gibberish.
Yes, but it starts the writing process. Back from breakfast now before eight, the paper read, the head reasonably clear, the day ahead. Overcast, of course, but cool enough for that even though the humidity is high. I have things to do today, but I won't mention later if I've gotten them done. I come back and see these entries now and again, I find it disconcerting to read the truth about my sloth and lack of concern. Then maybe it's a Zen lack of concern, a mind tuned into, if not THE Cosmic Giggle, then A cosmic giggle, a state of being deserving of a pat on the head and a gold star.
Gibberish with overtones of mental deterioration.
Later. Finally, in the early afternoon, a flicker of ambition, a run to the store to pick up some tuna fish, a return to download Wordpress and load it into one of the unused domain folders. It came up easily enough and I looked through some of what they call “themes”, page designs, decided the hell with it and uninstalled the software. Methinks I'll stick with this clunky hand coded stuff. No need to get out of my safe little routines, now is there? Actually, who knows, maybe I'll install it again, maybe I'll try one of the other popular packages to kick off something different come the tenth anniversary of this thing next month. But I wonder.
Otherwise an afternoon of naps. Many naps. A good night's sleep followed by naps. Something psychological? Naps? I remember a period in college after I'd done the humor magazine and flunked out, sleeping many hours every day for weeks at a time. Is this the same thing? Maybe a little, but I suspect it also has to do with age. I believe in your late teens and early twenties you need lots of sleep because the age and the hormones and the school and the women and the pool of expectations you're drowning in makes life crazy and sleep is sometimes your one and only friend.
Is sleep your one and only friend?
Strange thought. Feels good when you can do it, though. Kinda nice. Makes the day sail faster, gives you energy when you wake up, energy enough to eat another meal before you crawl back into bed.
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