I For an Eye and no Mayo
It’s 9:56 am and feels way too early which may sound strange since I have been waking at 6ish each morning and dashing off to the track full of vim and vigor, a brain brighter than the newest star or the last burst of a dying one.
Like a newborn babe struggling to get the feel, the flow of life, my days and nights are off. Night before last my mind would not rest until I blogged so it was post midnight by the time I finished which still would have been okay but in opening the doors to the barn to let a few horses out I accidentally welcomed a fresh herd of ideas that kept me up til early light. I slept until nine and actually woke refreshed and had a very comfortable feeling day.
Now my expectation was that I would self correct last night and would have had vile, delicious temptation not reared it’s ugly head.
My name is Chris King and I have an addiction. Reading, reading reading.
I have become strong enough that I can actually put down a good book for bit and have learned that bedtime routine reading should be interesting but not gripping, unless it is something I can complete in a short time. Short stories work well for this. Currently my pre sleep angel is Stephen Hawking. Read a bit, snuggle down and dream of space, time, universes and the fact that most of this science is supposition, but oh so intriguing in a Disney Fantasy Land sort of way.
But my daytime fare, Clive Cussler/Justin Scott came to mind briefly as I was about to roll over the ledge of consciousness to restful, restorative slumbers, and I congratulated myself on my strength in resisting an all nighter with ‘The Spy’.
I tell you I felt like a Stepford Wife (the movie version with Nicole Kidman,which I love). Somewhere in an alternate universe Christopher Walken was throwing a switch triggering my electrical system into action independent of my sanity. I found myself, entirely against my will I assure you, pulling back from the precipice of comfortable slumber and getting up, walking to another room to get my fix.
Oh and the Title of this? Well I slept in till 8:30 forgetting I was taking my sister to the Eye Doc so did not get any time for brekkie. Right next door to the office is a Wendy’s. Unlike every other fast food who provides breakfast fare, this establishment does not. Oh and they have no mayo for the sandwich…it was still good in a lunchy sort of way.
So here I sit with a spicy chicken burger and coffee while sis gets her eyes checked and really all I want to do is get back to my book. Maybe for lunch I will have breakfast.
Forecast: Tired today so all systems should self correct tonight due to a 90% chance of exhaustion?