Out There

Because it was a shopping day I didn't get an an afternoon nap, and because I didn't get an afternoon nap I've gotten cranky. If exhaustion makes me fall asleep before the end of the television show I intend to watch later I'll get even crankier. That has happened too often recently. There is now a backlog of stories to which I don't know the end. What is the point of watching a story if you don't get to see the end? Discovering what happens at the end is the point of a story. If you don't get that you might as well just live entirely in reality, to which nobody ever gets to see the end.

It isn't helping that it's eighty degrees in the house right now. It's even hotter outside although the sun is already setting. It's likely to be an hour before I can open the windows, and I'm considering turning on the air conditioner, although if I cool the house to, say, 78 degrees, it will probably be two hours or more before I can open the windows. Ah, to be walking on the beach at Santa Barbara, smelling the tar on the sand. I was there once, but I doubt I'll ever be there again.


( Sunday Verse )