Hi-ho and hello
My nights are my favorite time of the day, do I do appreciate the mornings I appreciate the fresh air especially when it gets a little warmer in the morning the Sun comes and you can feel the dew in the late spring, but regardless of rain snow whatever the weather there’s something about the darkness that I find it easy to escape.
It’s not that I’m trying to escape from the darkness it’s walking away from the stress, the worry, and the dull monotony that we get used to. It’s not that I call for drama, it’s the repetitive drum of the ringing that has me fleeing.
I feel bored with the tasks that are brought to me within work. Outside of work, the callings are toward painting, to edit, to write, and to create. Even while I deal with the humdrum of work, my gloves are on pressing and prying clay, there’s a canvas and paints at my finger tips, editing these posts, and the memoirs. But…there comes another call. “Thank you for calling Arizona Urology, my name is blah…bleh…ble…bl.”
I want to be here, be at the computer, my papers, books, those pens, post its, and highlighters, while not being watched by big brother or ‘the company’. Then the questions strike my head like lightning, and I ponder, how many paintings? How many posts? Drops? How many views do I accrue to make enough that I can leave ‘the company?’ saying “baby bye bye” while shrugging it off knowing I can do more, can do better, just not here.S
Segway
How many hours does one need to function? I’ve been up since 5:29a.m. this morning. I’m not wanting to go to bed, but there’s that knowing the haunting darkness of sleep, pounding at the door of your eyelids wishing for a darkness to settle down the night.
Hahahaha wow, apparently I fell asleep writing this. Anyhow, the days become longer, my beard more gray, my patience thinning, and I’m on my way to tomorrow.
C’est la vie
Good morning good morning and good night, a glorious good night and good morning.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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