It's Saturday, it's hotter than hell and here I sit early morning blues already entering my soul. Nothing coffee and more coffee won't fix. Why is it when I wake in the mornings there is such a heavy feeling of lack? Is my coffee addiction so bad? Personally I think not, but then does the befuddled mind even try to comprehend what exactly the old and abused body tries to tell it through massive amounts of over indulgences?
Why must one go so overboard with things? Is not one taste enough? Do we have to watch the same old movie so many times? Here "Lawrence of Arabia" comes to mind. Yes, I do admit that I have 4 versions of it, so am I really watching the same movie all the time, certainly not, how could I possibly compare the 3 hour movie to the 5 hour one. It depends on time available and nothing else. Then when movement around the house prevents me from chair sitting to watch I can always play the soundtrack and yes, I do know exactly which scene goes with which piece of music. Is this some sort of mind fetish or do I have my own little cult where I am the only member - the Be all and end all of it?
That in my early morning round about way brings me to the front door and what and who should I let in today? Do I even want company other than man, dog and cat? By the way and to divert for a minute, what is the politically correct way to refer to one's husband/wife at the moment? Please someone out there let me know and then keep me posted. Thanks in advance.
On sipping on the 4th mug of coffee I think that for today I will only let in the wind, and fresh thoughts in the hope that both will help to clear the fog that I like to think of as my brain.
Good wayfarers all, enjoy what comes your way today and keep your minds open if only perhaps to tune into my way of thinking or perhaps better not!
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