Unease

The rising temperature made this afternoon's unintentional nap very uncomfortable. It was not quite dark when I woke, which is the first good thing daylight saving time has brought me this year, but I had vague images from a dream that vanished and left no memory, but which left me feeling sad and anxious, a felling that has persisted since. I have the distressing feeling that tomorrow is pre-screwed. What I will do with the remainder of the night is moot. I doubt I can get back to sleep, but I need to be refreshed tomorrow. March is already trampling me.

But the thin white clouds that lingered most of the day were as evocative as a Turner painting. I wish I could have been more receptive to them. At some other time such a day would have brought delight. Right now I've just got too much stuff to deal with. Maybe I'll name some of the stuff someday, but right now I'm pretending that if I don't talk about it, it will just go away. I must be hoping to win the Stupid award. Winning something would be nice.