Buzzed

I had two cups of coffee last night, and wanted more! Yes! I need my resting heart rate to be over 170! Used to be I could drink half a gallon and scribble thirty pages into my paper journal. Now, I drink two cups and get too wired to concentrate. All night the rain kept inviting me to go out and run through it. I stayed in and ignored the temptation, and tried to remember what the moon looks like. Since two more days of rain are expected, I probably won't get to see it again until Wednesday. I'm not sure what the virus is doing. No more cold symptoms, other than a slightly chilled feeling. There is a periodic crampy feeling in my stomach, but that might be due to eating too much starchy stuff over the last few days. (Mmmm, spaghetti. Popcorn. French toast.) Also, my joints are still a bit stiff, and I'm sure my brain is hyper. So there's probably still something in there, and it might turn back into a cold yet (it's happened before), so I'll just keep medicating, and try to relax for a couple more days -- in so far as I can relax when I feel like bouncing off the walls. I have no idea why the early stages of a viral infection give me so much aimless and uncontrollable energy, (followed inevitably by sudden crashes into ennui), but there it is. Maybe I'll donate my body to science, and they can figure it out.

Also, go look at blackcustard's journal for a link to the online version of his photography exhibit, Urban Textures. (I'd link directly, but I can't find it and I'm writing off line right now, and I don't want to take a chance on trying to add the link after I go back online to post because Sluggo has been acting up again.) Anyway, some very nice stuff. I will sleep now.

Rain and Restless Sleep

All day the rain fell as I slept. The breeze must have been blowing the same direction all day, as well. When I look to the north, the trunks of the pines are dark with damp, and when I look to the south, their north sides are dry and gray. This evening, I shut Sluggo down for a while because there was thunder nearby, and I thought that an electrical storm was beginning. It's just as well that I did, as, even though the lightning remained at some distance and the storm didn't last long, the power went off and came back on several times. Now, it is back to the ordinary spring rain, slow and steady and barely to be heard through the slightly opened window.

For some reason, I'm still craving coffee. It's probably a very bad idea, but I had two more cups tonight. I'm sure that the caffeine I consumed yesterday was responsible for my disturbed sleep, in which I dreamed that a bearded Kevin Bacon tried to dance with me in my living room. I saw part of a Will and Grace clip show recently, in which something of that sort occurred. At least I didn't have any dreams (that I can remember) in which I got caught up in a Harold Lloyd chase scene through the trolly-filled streets of 1920's Los Angeles. (And thank the network censors that Kevin Bacon didn't have sex with Will!) If I'm going to be drinking coffee, I'll have to be more careful in selecting my television fare. I certainly have no desire to dream of being interviewed by Lawrence Lipton, or of being mocked by Jay Leno, or of looking into a mirror and seeing Tom Brokaw's hair growing out of my head. Maybe I'll just read a book. It's probably safer.