Jul 28, 2010 09:24
Today feels odd, I read a friend's daily poem and get that strange feeling of nostalgia, a strange floating between reality and times gone by. Often I find myself daydreaming, lost to the things around me.
My cube neighbor pops up and down behind the wall, reaching for this binder and that, she reminds me of some animal, one that lives under the ground in holes and only pops up when necessary.
I am tired as well, Kevin woke up at about 4:30 am and did not go back to sleep until after I awoke. The dogs woke up around 5:30 am and whined and pawed and scratched at the door hoping to join him. Eventually around 5:54 am they began to lick my hands and feet, trying to wake me to let them out. I woke as usual at 6 am and let them out after hitting snooze. There is such sweet peace in the early morning with a bedroom empty of everything buy yourself.
I am not up to top form today, and it causes me to drag. Wanting to nap for the rest of the day. I have to shift my schedule, there is a friend who wants to walk with me on Thursday, but Thursday is Writer's group, but then again I have been so sick lately that I may not do either. I started on a story, but it remains unfinished and I feel too tired to think about it now.
Sleep, I have a love - hate relationship with it. On one hand I want to sleep, sleep all the time, sleep until I can't sleep anymore. I love the peaceful, wonderful feel of sleep, giving myself up to unconciousness. And yet there is so much that I miss when I sleep, whole days pass by with nothing done, and I sleep. Sometimes sleeping feels like wasting time, but it is necessary, and I know it. Without sleep I get sick, and I hate being sick, nothing good about being sick.
musings,
nostalgia