meow, bitch
I channeled "Boris Consciousness" yesterday.
Boris, the Buddha cat, that is.
Woke up before the crack of noon. Went to the library a block away. Wandered a bit on the internet. Was supposed to write a few letters and send some "paperwork" to clients. Didn't... got distracted by a few personal e-mails.
That's fine. The e-mails were far more important. Emotional connectivity and social glue are most important to me nowadays. I no longer find the "stickiness" so sticky; all those messy permutations beyond my control are not uncomfortable spaces like they used to be. The shift is internal and subtle. I suspect only I have noticed the change.
Anyway, walked back down the block, not 5 minutes away. Soaked in the tub, water hot and steamy.
Felt completely relaxed so I layed out on the sofa.
It was a little after noon and I was hungry, hadn't eaten yet; blood sugar very low. Somehow managed to pass out.
Deep, deep rest - the kind that feels like it lasts days. Hunger pulled me barely out of it a bunch of times, but the Tired kept pulling me under.
Finally woke hungry enough to get my lazy ass up and cook something. It was sometime after 3 or 4pm, I forget. Put a few cups of rice in the cooker (the new replacement for Red's smoked one), clicked on the rice cooker and then promptly passed out again.
Sometime later I was really freakin' hungry. Woke up, started boiling some white corn and carrots. Threw some onions and a Garden Burger on the skillet sizzling away in olive oil. Got all Mad Scientist with the spices as usual. Not quite as crazy delicious as yesterday's Somen Miso soup experiment, but damn close.
Just as I'm finishing up cooking, Red walks in laughing at me. I foist off on her a few bites of the Garden Burger on account of she never freakin' eats enough actual food despite her claim of being "morbidly obese".
Um.... yeah, "they" have re-defined what it is to be obese. Apparently being strong/waifish/curvy/beautiful is the new obese. I guess I forgot to check my New-Speak dictionary.
chicks.
So, Red leaves and I have 2 things penciled in on my mental Agenda for the evening: 1) Grab her things out of the dryer in a half hour and 2) wander back down to the Library to see if the wireless connection is accessible from out.... ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz,
So much for number 2.
Deep, deep rest - the kind that feels like it lasts for eternities and a day.
She returns around 11 and goes to bed. At which point I decide to START my day. Sure as shit, you can access the internet from outside the Library anytime.
I wander the streets with my camera in the Witching Hours capturing images of it's stillness.
I'm getting sleepy, soooo sleepy. Must hold space for all those many poor ambitious sinners. I'll rest my eyes for JUST a few seconds now.