Somewhere over the rainbow…
Actually, life is pretty colorful here too. Especially with me driving down the road trying to take a picture and shift gears this morning. But how often do you see a sky full of rainbows?
Actually, life is pretty colorful here too. Especially with me driving down the road trying to take a picture and shift gears this morning. But how often do you see a sky full of rainbows?
Lately, when I start to wake, instead of remembering part of a dream, I have a novel running through my head as I come into consciousness. Crazy stories, just like I’m reading it from a book.
This morning’s was something out of science fiction. A person, in the future, doing some schleppy IT-related work because he wants to slack off. Only he realizes the work he does fuels what he hates about society and aids in lining the pockets of his enemies. There were spaceships involved – a la Futurama, but more grown up and realistic and grimy.
It just always strikes me as odd when I wake up and there are these well-formed sentences running through my head, and I’m not the center of the dream or even watching it – someone is narrating it. I find it even more odd that I have some sort of science fiction brewing in my unconscious; I don’t even like science fiction. But that can mainly be blamed on Star Trek.
It’s time to pick up work on the pod series again.
Well, not quite sleepless. Sleep just ended promptly with a whack of the neighbors window, which was followed by the usual 4 am noise. God, how I wish they’d get a hotel room.
In other news, I’m routine. Wake up (at 4 am), and again at 6 or 7 am, coffee, noodle around the net, shower, walk dog, drive, work, work, work, drive, walk dog, cook or procure food, eat, noodle around on net more, sleep for a few hours and do the entire thing over again. Punctuated by weekends where work is filled in with cleaning.
I find it funny that some people don’t realize how much I love music – even I miss that about myself occasionally. It has the power to lift me up out of my blues, or sink me farther into them, depending on the mood I’m in when I hit that play button.
I’m not sure if there’s anything better than driving down the road, windows rolled down on a sunny day, listening to something that makes you want to move. Move your head, tap your toes, dance with your fingers, wiggle your booo-tay.