Bright Wednesday

Awoke.  It was bright.  Sat on the edge of the rumpled futon for a moment.  Told myself I was fucked up.  Laughed.  Got up.  Said "Hi" to Nigel and to the kitties as I made my way to the kitchen.  Everything else was quiet.  The coffee machine worked.  Guess that's a good enough start to things.

Just before waking, I had a thin dream where someone asked me how I was and I wrote back, "I've never been worse.  Or.  I'm fine.  Pick one.  (It doesn't matter either way, but thanks for asking!)".  First goal of the day: not to actually write that to anybody, should the possibility arise.

Had an egg sandwich and a couple of cups of coffee for breakfast.

My throat is scratchy and I have a bit of a cough.  Still kind of tired.  Washed my face and the heat of the water felt good, radiant.  I need a shave.  Got a Chevelle song cycling through my head (and on iTunes, now).  Time for something constructive...

Replaced the faucet on the kitchen sink and did some laundry.  Feeling grimy.  It's dark as dreams out there, now.  I'm vaguely hungry.

-- Time passes, as it always does. --

Showered, shaved and fed, I'm winding down with wine.  Already in my pajamas.  Another early start, tomorrow.  I don't know why.  Doesn't matter much anyway.  I feel like I accomplished some stuff, today.  But I don't feel like I'm really here.  Ah well.  It will feel nice to lay down to sleep.

Hey, "perchance to dream" and all that.

'Nite.