The wind is howling through the downtown core- whistling through alleys and gushing.
Reset.
No one out on the streets. Watching infrequent cars and taxis roll by my window while I sip an early morning/late night coffee- writing to-do lists for when I can make noise in the house.
Sanding, drilling- dusting. Sweep and mop floors. Wash walls, windows and mirrors.
Waiting.
Read that cat parasites can make men jealous and morose. (Consult CLSC next week)
Have my upstairs neighbours bang on the floor because I am watching The Transporter 2 too loud.
Read a dozen or more new blogs. (AND this made my day!)
No sweaty palms. No anxiety. I am home, alone, and okay, I guess.
Today at least.
About Me
The Good Stuff- collected for easy reading
- Married Bliss
- Nightmare in America- Part 1- Democracy
- Part 2- "9/11"
- Part 3- Iraq
- Outrage in Iraq (sung to the tune of Panic in Detroit)
- Aftermath of the 2004 Election
- There Will be Violence Edition
- Good-bye Hunter
- Turbo is a Friendster God
- Monday Night Blues
- The Velocity Death Trap
- Muffler Troubles
- Jack- The Four Hour Mission
- Advice for Lefty
- How to Survive your IT Office Party
2 comments:
Another fellow insomniac? Welcome. You should find me on MSN and we can chat in the way people can only chat at 4am.
There's is something about watching the day being born in those wee hours that nothing can compare to.
Why would you have sweaty palms and anxiety? I guess I will need to peruse your blog more - there must be a story behind that...
It gets easier, the alone thing. Hang in there...
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