Yawn

Oh, dear. Another evening slept away. This time I didn't wake up until almost ten o'clock, with all my evening tasks left undone. The feral cats were very unhappy about having missed their dinner, and Portia was undoubtedly displeased by the fact that I hadn't cleaned her litter box. I still haven't gotten around to checking the mail. Lately I've been trying to get that done before nightfall, as a mountain lion was seen in the area not long ago. I'm not expecting anything for which my being eaten would be a justifiable risk, so I might leave that task for tomorrow.

The gibbous moon is pretty bright tonight, so I didn't get too wet refilling the feral cats' water bowls in the dark. The air is still mild, and still smelling of grass, so it is pleasant being outside, but I'm not going to venture out of the back yard, or too far from the back door. I'm sure if the lion tries to sneak up on me the feral cats will smell it or hear it first and give me warning. Unless of course they are expecting the lion to leave them some fresh meat once he's done with me. One never knows for sure with cats. Maybe I should get a dog, just for insurance against feline betrayal.

Oh, crap. Is it really midnight already? Stupid naps.

The Catnaps Brought Dream Fragments

Except for a few catnaps I was unable to sleep at all last night, nor did I allow myself a nap today for fear that I would end up repeating yesterday's disastrous schedule, and so I have now been mostly awake for twenty-five hours. I haven't done anything of this sort in decades, and I hope it doesn't go terribly wrong. It did eventually go terribly wrong when I used to do it, but I'm hoping that this will be a one-off. I have things to do tomorrow, and probably the next day as well, so I really need to get some decent sleep tonight, and so I hope that I'm won't be overtired, which tends to make sleep more difficult, not easier.

The computer with all its temptations must go off soon so that I might start winding down. The night must be visited one last time so that I can savor its quiet and bring it into my thoughts, even while remembering how this afternoon the butterflies fluttered bright light about, to my ears soundlessly. Perhaps the memory has hypnotic power. Sleep, sleep, it will say, and I will sleep. But, just in case my brain won't follow the command, I have beer to act as a soporific. Having a backup plan is a good idea. But maybe the quiet thoughts alone will work. I certainly hope they do.


( Sunday Verse )