I know it's time for me to go to bed but I can't bring myself to do it...it's really late, I have a momentous court date for the Boy in the morning and I have no idea what I want the Man to do out in the gardens. So I just ignore all the signals- gritty eyes, restless leg, hungry stomach- and keep running around the internet looking at useful and very useless stuff, both areas of interest.
Maybe if I conjure up the vision of my morning coffee and imagine that I can smell that perfect cup: when the cream hits the liquid the cloud that forms is like a dark storm brewing..I'm talking Tar Baby java, the ultimate RedEye. I can smell it, my gut is grumbling...now what should I have with it? Sweet or savory- the eternal question?
