Sometimes I type while I'm in bed. Sometimes it's late and the heat's been turned down. Then it's kind of cold. So I squish back toward the foot of the bed and live in my comforting hut of fluff.
I've got a downy comforter. So there's so much toastiness just waiting for me. I like to take advantage of the toasty potentiality and work like a Jawa with the comforter over my head like a hood.
I don't like to think of it as a hood. Or as a habit for a nun (it's already a habit for me since it's warm and convenient). I prefer to think of it as a temperate tent where I find warmth and feathers. I like to imagine that it's my own little house. The roof rests on my big head and there's not much else to it except that there is some long shape perceivable beneath it. It's a long house, I suppose.
a beautiful day
Tomorrow is BrilliantEditor's birthday. He'll be 52. I bought him overalls so he wouldn't have to hitch up his trousers and throw out some bone and have to have surgery.
I'm a wonderful girl.
another beautiful day
Today was an interesting day, too. I'm very tired because of the beauty of today. The brief list goes like this: witnessed mentally ill woman confess incredibly painful events in her life and then witnessed her flip out a little and run away. That's a good story. Went to U-Haul to rent truck and moved stuff from one storage place to another. Then unpacked other things from storage and put them back in the house in the rain. Drove back to U-Haul believing that the truck would be overturned by the wind. Rearranged things and moved the furniture into fancy places so our parents would be proud.
It doesn't look like much written down this way, but since I'm too tired to write it down another way, it feels like a whole bunch.
But do look forward to the overwrought woman story. It's a winner.
Posted by dotty at November 24, 2003 11:44 PM