a Sunday is a Sunday is a Sunday.
Up early and to the woods so that the baby could meet up with his new friends and have some playtime. He's so good at being a dog. I love watching him, my happy boy with the happy face. When Rusty (mastiff) and Zeus (doberman) started a little tiff, he immediately came over to where I was sitting and sat down between my legs, like, "Mama got my back, yo." ♥
Too tired to write my stories. I tried, going from one to another to another, but the only place I wanted to go was inside, to the cool shelter of my thoughts. Cool and bright like autumn sunshine.
And a late afternoon in bed: Nestled in the comforting warmth of my life, I napped for several delicious minutes. I'm not sure how many. I fell asleep without warning and woke without realizing I'd been asleep. So nice. The former is normal for me but the latter is not. (But it's the second time in three days. What's going on?)
Now I'm in a kind of sleepy wakefulness. It's kind of nice, but it makes me slow -- slow to realize where thoughts are going until...oh: first the flinch, then the blinking surprise. Only it's not really surprise, is it? I just tell myself it is.
Too tired to write my stories. I tried, going from one to another to another, but the only place I wanted to go was inside, to the cool shelter of my thoughts. Cool and bright like autumn sunshine.
And a late afternoon in bed: Nestled in the comforting warmth of my life, I napped for several delicious minutes. I'm not sure how many. I fell asleep without warning and woke without realizing I'd been asleep. So nice. The former is normal for me but the latter is not. (But it's the second time in three days. What's going on?)
Now I'm in a kind of sleepy wakefulness. It's kind of nice, but it makes me slow -- slow to realize where thoughts are going until...oh: first the flinch, then the blinking surprise. Only it's not really surprise, is it? I just tell myself it is.