100 MPH

I had one of those manic 100 mph days. Very industrious, very driven.

Now -- I think I'm starting to wear down. But who knows what else might be accomplished? I thought about going to the pool and sitting around. Still might. Just trying to let dinner settle now.

There's ways to get charged up!

Naps

Naps can be very refreshing or naps can be a pain. Especially if you take an overly long one, wake up, the day's wasted, and you don't feel any better.

I think I might have died today, that's how intense my nap was. But I woke up around an hour into it and thought it felt like six hours instead of one. That's when I should have gotten up, a signal moment of victory over the forces of sleep! But I succumbed back to whatever the dream was, and it turned out to be closer to three hours.

Now it's close to dark out, I'm sitting here alone, except for a few animals, and it feels like my regrets at an overly long nap are spoiling the goodness of the time both since and to come. That much more occur!

I could watch TV, but that's not always fun. Do this for a while, then do something else. I might go exercise. That's a discipline I need to be more disciplined at.

A Hush Puppy Day

This is a fuzzy feeling day, and I wish it could stay like this forever. Maybe it will.

It's a day for listening to smooth soul music, like L.T.D., and treasuring fuzzy things. I don't have very many fuzzy things to treasure, no pussy willows, no peach fuzz, not even any actual Hush Puppies.

Hush Puppies were a very soft show. Maybe they still make them. They weren't especially resilient to rain or puddles, but great on a dry day.