I'm just tired, that's all. I've been listening to a lot of Native American radio the last few days and learning about the issues that effect them. Someone may ask why am I interested? Well, it's good listening. There are a broad range of topics and I just listen to it as I go about doing my daily chores in the house.
Normally when it rains I either have to frames of thought: I want to sleep or I want to write. I think I was somewhere in between of: I'm sleepy with the hopes of trying to write. And, if I don't write when it rains, it makes me want to read.
Guess what. I did pretty much nothing along those lines. I cleaned, I cooked, I yelled at kiddo for not listening. The usual "dry days" routine.
I do have to say tho, late last night in the wee hours of the morning a wonderful, delicously wicked fog rolled in over the land. Across the street we can see the town library and the building was enshrouded with this mist. The outside lights cast this eerie glow and the darkness inside the library was spooky. It was awesome. You'd think that I'd write some lines of a murder mystery or something, it was that inspiring.
Instead, kiddo woke up with a nightmare. Twice. It started to rain late last night and it was perfect for sleeping, not that I'd know. Hubby fell asleep at 8pm (along with kiddo) so by the time I went to bed that's the time when the nightmare's surfaced. Thankfully hubby was more rested than I was to deal with him. I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror and groaned.
"Great. Bloodshot [eyes]." Couldn't have been helped.
So I guess that threw a wrench in the machine for me being my ol' cheery self. Maybe tomorrow I'll get back to writing more, other than the blogging and article writing thing.
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