I've got a cold. I'm stayin at the apartment tomorrow and maybe the next day.
I need to recover enough to get to the 8am meeting about working again this year. Miserable day walking people and their foolish scheduals.
Honestly what is the facination with sleep deprivation in sunrise sunset scheduals in this culture. Like we should be proud about getting only five hours of sleep. "It mean I'm working hard." Bull it means you like abuse and functioning below optimum.
What is so bloody wrong with a good eight hours and being up at the quietest wee hours in the morning to sample the beauty of the cooler crisp air the starts or thunder in the night sky. A moon or meteor shower. the patter of rain in the night. Long talk outside conveniance stores with stoners and shell shocked, scitzophrenic vietnam vets getting their lives back under them.
Days can be nice too. But lucky for me I'm up during that part too.
Carpe Noctum
take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack
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I don't like being up early, but I find I am sort of enjoying walking to work in the morning. It's dark and I can see the stars. I feel like I'm all by myself in the world. You know, just for a moment? This morning it was foggy and I called to Odin as I walked. It was quite enjoyable.
I like to call things by a personal name, sort of. It's like a nick name, or a pet name. An identity for things that is in some way personal.
I call foggy days, soft days, and those light drizzles that you can barely see but feel like a billion tiny dropplets of myst when you tip your head back close your eyes and just feel them... I call those pixie kisses.
There are others too.
It's really about connecting with the world and the day, and I think the fact is that I do it better in the between times. Not really one day or another, but still connected to each.
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