Here

is never where there is and I am made to make do with what is in it: the two shoe boxes under the shoe cabinet, the coffee mug on top of it, the yellow stress ball perched so snugly on the mug's mouth, the film of dust on the ball, the nothing in the dust which can't be nothing but which I call nothing because I cannot see it--

Thursday has spilled over

to Friday and now, technically,  it's already Saturday and I am still awake. We-ell, there was a nap of an hour and a half in between, but it almost doesn't count. Not complaining, though, except, maybe, for the shoe disaster incident last Wednesday, which I plan to write a separate post on--oh, but that was Wednesday and we're talking about Thursday. And Friday. And, oh yeah, Saturday, too. Oh, but this week has been fabulously busy and fruitful and now it's time for a fabulously long stretch of slumber.

Good night, my dears. Or good morning, if you will.

(owl flown in from this site)

After three hours and a half, I wake up

Another butterfly sat on my shoulder. Not yellow, but still, a butterfly.

Am still adjusting to my new schedule. Daylight is not the friendliest of bedmates, I realize, but am determined to make it. The thing about the sun is that it makes me think of action, as opposed to the inaction that sleep is, however much we see it as a verb and therefore, an act, something that we do and need to do, even if all we really do in sleep is not do and be anything, except when we dream, of course, or toss and turn, of which most of the time we are unaware, so that the complete lack of consciousness after the waking could be argued to be inaction, and there you go so I have lost the thread of my thoughts and pffftt the lack of sleep is probably making me do it, the word "do" encapsulating the concept of action or does it?

And perhaps the best thing to do right now is to turn right back in.

Sleep, blessed sleep

The dreams have stopped. I have been able to sleep through the nights. The rain is the only thing that wakes me up. Even then, I have only to count a handful of seconds before sleep takes over, once more.

Sleepless

I have been awake for nineteen straight hours.

Whew.

Gotta hit the sack now, have to be up at 1 am.
That'll be, uh, roughly four hours of sleep.

Yup, this is my life.

By the way, there has been some unusual, startling movement in my blog tracker. It's gone berserk, all because of the post before this one.

G'night.

Zzzzz...