Today started just like the day before, a chase scene from the REM sleep stage (12 stairs within 12 stairs, says a voice), the Evolving Dream (rightly titled) tune from Blackberry, solid morning sun rays (8.43am), and the battle of concepts between I-need-a sleep-camp with wake up-pick up-yourself-and-do-life-camp. The urge to unwake and wake was equal. But these days waking up had been quite drab. Drab enough for me to write after how many months? Two year!
By now, or then in today's yesterday morning, the rush was on. Did grumping about life but managed to put in a few instant-noodle-type prayer words. Will I be ready. So I continued cleansing, did a hurried breakfast downstair, read news, devilishly feeling perhaps somehow that there were other people in larger mess out there. The latest twisteria of graft news was quite worth following.
Hopping in the car. The cabin was a second place of refuge, an early truce in the morning. While driving, I was also listening to a few podcasts. That's a good ritual to do.
Office was great but work was difficult. Life was complicated. Tomorrow would not be better. Today I will see in the next few hours.