Still alive

Have you had one of those dreams where you’re floating in a celestial light?  Inside this light there is no pain, only joy…

Then you’re awakened by a mob of dogs barking, and an itchy back.



That reminds me the bed…yes, the one that used to be mine and now belongs to the dogs…needs to have the sheet changed again this week.

I have to wash the bedding that’s on my desk, too.  Yes, you read that right.  

This is my desk:

I sleep on the part of the desk farthest away from the monitor pictured above.  So…tired…

PART 2:  The train wreck continues

Back to sleep at 7 in the morning, awake at 10.

That’s what happens when you’ve been running on “empty” for the entire month during the worst work-month of the year.  

As usual, I spent a half hour talking to GUE again (God, the universe, and everything).  The cat was in the way and I couldn’t do my morning yoga.

Okay, okay, I’ll tell you the truth:  I didn’t want to get out of bed. I don’t have a clue if I’m talking to God, it’s just that “GUE” is such a good name for that voice in my head.

ME:   Why am I here?

GUE:  You deserve it.

ME:    What did I do wrong?

GUE:  Review your life.

ME:    Um…I see your point.

GUE:  You were worse in your last life.

ME:    Care to fill me in on what I did that was so bad I deserved Tourettes and 5 husbands?

GUE:   No.

ME:    I’m serving time for a crime…when I don’t know what crime I committed?

GUE:   Yes.

ME:     Again I’ll say; that’s a lot of NO help.


I think GUE keeps me alive for its entertainment.