Turns out I wasn't exactly just tired yesterday. I suppose I was sick and I suppose I still am and no, I have no idea what's going on but all I did yesterday was lay around and read and didn't do shit and couldn't do shit. I just couldn't.
And after sleeping another hundred or so hours today I woke up with all of my large muscle groups aching like crazy and my back and hips hurt and my eyes are all watery and what the fuck?
I really can't take another day of trying to find something, anything, to watch on TV. I think I just don't like to watch TV. I did finish a book yesterday. Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick. It was similar in tone to the book of his I read a few weeks ago and enjoyed so much, The Good Luck Of Right Now, and I enjoyed this one as well. And yes, I think I have seen the movie or at least some of it. Perhaps I should try to watch it again.
Another thing I did yesterday (besides eating processed carbohydrates from a reclining position) was to look at Keith Richards videos on Youtube.
Here's my favorite of all the ones I saw.
If there's anything sweeter than Jimmy Fallon interviewing Keith Richards and discussing lemon trees, I don't know what it is.
Well. I've let the chickens out and stood and watched them peck at their corn for a few moments, taking in the contented sounds they make. Miss Nicey let me pet her and then she pecked at the buttons on my cargo shorts to see if they might perhaps be edible. Owen has suggested that we rename all of the chickens "Nicey" to see if that would make them all be as loving as she is. She actually lets me still hold her now and then and I put her on my shoulder the other day like a parrot. I can't say she actually enjoys such foolishness but she tolerates it.
I've taken some Ibuprofen and shall now go do some laundry. I'm going to try and keep moving as much as I can today because I feel so useless just laying about. It's one of those things that are better in theory than in reality and god knows I can afford to let too much go around this joint.
I can't believe it was just a week ago that Lis and I were driving back from North Carolina. Seems like another lifetime. Jessie and Vergil will be here next week to sign on their darling house and I am so glad. Owen will be starting pre-K a week from Monday and that seems impossible. Life just keeps on moving, doesn't it? And sometimes we are in the forefront of it, trying to stay ahead and sometimes we are simply being dragged along by the inevitable movement of it and sometimes we're on stage playing Jumping Jack Flash and sometimes we're just growing lemons the size of grapefruit and sometimes we're just content to watch the chickens like the cat does, gazing out of the screen porch with sleepy eyes, blinking in and out of dozing.
Happy Friday, y'all.