Ugh. I feel like shit.
I slept eleven hours. I woke up, looked at my phone to check the time and almost passed out to see it was after ten. It's all Maurice's fault. She didn't wake me up. She just laid there with me, cuddled up and asleep.
Anyway, the universe is abundant and I have absolutely no obligations today. But it's so weird- it's already noon and where is the day going and it's growing dark outside and there may be rain or there may not be and we may get a hurricane next week and we may not and I'm too old to waste an entire day of doing nothing.
I swear. I feel that way. But the walk out to the hen house about did me in.
Mr. Moon will be home tomorrow. There does not look to be a pair of gator-hide boots in my near future which is fine with me. I hope he's had a good time anyway. I keep thinking of how it must have looked last night with that moon shining down through the moss-draped cypress trees, shining off the black night time waters of the creeks and rivers. Another world entirely, and a beautiful one. We talk about parallel universes but all you have to do is trade day for night or slip underneath a few inches of water with a snorkel and a mask and you are in a completely different universe, right here, right now.
I ponder that.
It pleases me.
All right. That's all I have in me. I suppose I will finish up "Go Set A Watchman."
I am sorry, I do not recommend it.
That's all I have to say about that.
I wanted to like it.
I could not. Maybe because it cuts too close to the bone of what I remember as the attitude of so many whites about people of color in the early sixties.
And now, for that fucking matter.
Happy Friday, y'all.