Saturday, December 10, 2011
NO REAL REASON
Way later ...
It might strike you as ignominous...
I wonder what the beginning of that thought was. I admit I have waded into wine this evening, but, dagnabit, I have not had any alcohol to speak to since Thanksgiving and boy! did I feel the need for something tonight. Not because today was bad or wrong or entirely misspent. 'Twas not: was up to work my edit, got to therapy early, went to library, farmer's market, more work, more solitaire and listening to that stupid book ...
Even when I was trying to accomplish nothing I was not able to accomplish nothing ... or the state of nothingness ... if you know what I mean.
Not unduly depressed but, yet again, feel that I am not writing all the better thoughts or even the turmoil of what is a-brewing in my head.
As I am not going to see my family for Christmas, I was thinking that I just might spend Christmas Day as a day of silence and nothingness. I might just stock in food and stay in bed ALL DAY, reading, and catting, and tuning out the world.
I must reiterate that throughout these days of stress, I have not succumbed to a single day in bed. I might have spent a few extra hours there, but I have been up, if not dressed, and attempting to attend to the vagaries of the day, of the life. And all without benefit (for a few months, at least) of any medication, save for the sometimes-too-much alcohol and, of course, caffeine.
Photographic evidence of Cooder and Emmylou within a foot of one another.