May 25th, 2016

dusty face

I'm posting to post.

Tired.  Way need to do laundry, mow meadow, get to pet food store, and get to people food store, for that matter.  Need good sleep and haven't been able to sleep.  Pleaded with the air about it; the air had no reply I could discern, other than to let me breathe it, awake, a good while longer.

Maybe I can pull off a quick version of the shopping stuff on my way home today.  Or just get some stopgap kitty litter somewhere.

Or neither.  Maybe neither.

I could drop into a stupor right now, but that won't be true at 1 a.m., 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m.  Or maybe it will, tonight.