So many things to do

Everyone slept till 8:30, including me. The true sleep that comes at the end of a cold when you actually conk out and don’t wake up every five minutes to regain your breath. Well, I woke up breifly at 6am and pushed play on the bible and then, for what seemed like hours, dreamt that some device was playing something and that I was going around in an endless circle trying to turn everything off but no matter how many times I pushed stop, talking was always going on. Woke up and realized it was a dream based in reality. Slept through 2 Corinthians, Ezra and Nehemiah.

Anyway, oh my word, I have a little energy today, for the first time in foooorrrreeeevvvvveeeerrrr (that’s just a little joke) and so I must leap up and begin to do all the work that I’ve been adding to my list and not doing. Laundry. Packing. Baking. Maybe a little painting of something. Going out occasionally to scream in rage and sorrow at the Peonie.

Come On. Please. Please. Just bloom. Even this glory is almost not enough to make it all ok.

Here’s the bird. Big enough to cover over the tragedy of his siblings. It’s like they were never even there. Just like Christians in the Middle East.

Or Bruce Jenner’s former maleness. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Wow, so much energy. Have a nice day.