Sleep

I have a kitty sleeping on my lap. She'd stay there for hours if I allowed it. I'm surprised at how much that cat sleeps now. When she was younger, it was about 16 hours a day. Now it must be 20 hours, at least. Old people sleep less and less. Old cats sleep more and more. I wonder if it has to do with conscience?

My space is becoming more organized, even as my brain remains muddled. I'm dimly aware of the ironies. One would think that tossing out junk would have a salutary effect on one's thoughts. Why one would have such a thought I can't say. One (meaning me) simply does. I must consider the possibility that one has one's head up one's ass. It wouldn't be the first time.

Waiting

The world is equinoctial today. The thought of balance pleases me, not least because I myself have been so sadly lacking that quality of late. I feel a bit morose, since it will be six months before the days are as long as this once again. The lovely days of autumn are acquired at a price. For the moment, all is suspended in a tranquility I can't help but see as deceptive. Genuine calm continues to elude me, and the still day offers no balm for my restlessness. I'm just waiting it out.