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.

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No?

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.