I was lounging around on my couch at the Ocho this afternoon eating a frozen fruit cup and watching a blues concert on KET contemplating getting up and doing something productive. My internet situation has been hinky, my electronics batteries situation has been hinky and I'm way behind on everything, so there were a million things I could've done this afternoon.
I'd been wanting to do a Nucleus of my Noggin test post from my phone ... so I toyed with that a bit ...
The Blues concert ended and I grabbed the clicker to see if I could find anything else to justify staying on the couch just a bit longer ... click ... click ... click ... BOOM!
A flash of crime scene tape and Bill Curtis' voice ... I sat my empty fruit cup, ash tray and other accouterments on the foot stool, grabbed my favOrite blankie and curled up on the couch;
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| My FavOrite Blankie :) |
blissful that I'd found an episode of Cold Case files that I hadn't seen,
with another one coming on right behind it.
That was the last thing I remember.
As I began to wake I had that horribly discombobulated feeling that one gets when they fall asleep in daylight and wake up in dark ... it was just on the back side of dusky when I woke around 8:05. I picked up my phone to see what was happening in the world ... as dead as a door nail, of course. I put it on the charger and turned it on as it began to beep and buzz with missed texts and calls ... as if I wasn't far enough behind as it was. I fixed myself a Coca Cola and went out to observe the state of the neighborhood while the phone charged and stopped it's relentless beeping.
I watched this little boy who lives in the culdesac ride his bike ... I worry sick about him because he's out at all hours and I never see anyone come out and check on him. I always make it a point to speak and say something chipper like, "Hello there my little friend!! I sure wish I had your energy!! How's your day going today?" He usually doesn't say much back, but he probably thinks I'm "one of the people your mother warn you about" because I'm so blasted chipper!
I came back to check the phone. My mother had texted, wanting to make sure I was alive ... my sister-in-law had texted about a project that I'm going to help her with ... and Sharon had texted to see if I was "underground" because I hadn't replied to her when she texted after HER nap ... well, she was waking about the time I fell asleep.
I texted Mom to let her know I was among the living and texted Sharon back for a ciggie. We sat out front with the tiki torches ablaze for a bit and caught up on the news of the weekend and then I came back inside and began to do all of the *to-do*s I put off this afternoon, messaging my sis-in-law back and whatnot ...
Now it's 11:30, I've waited entirely too late to take a sleeping pill and I'm wide awake. I should take this opportunity to do what I didn't do this afternoon, but again ... we shall see ... famous last words ...
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