It’s really early.
I should be sleeping right now. I shut the light off last night at what, ten? And woke at 2:30 a.m. My cat’s keeping me company right now. And crickets. I just brewed a pot of coffee so I’ll partake in that in a moment, and then. . .
I don’t know.
Anybody out there right now? What do you do at three a.m.? I’m waiting for the pain meds to kick in. As of right now, my options are kind of limited. I checked my email, deleted some older stuff. Slipped over to AbsoluteWrite and felt a twinge of happiness because somebody sent me a message. Responded to that. Checked my blog to see if anyone responded to my last entry. Nope. Felt the sharp pang of regret, considered deleted the thing.
Started this one.
I’m sitting in the middle of the floor in my living room right now, lights off and front door open. Sitting cross-legged, bent forward slightly as to reach the keyboard of my laptop which is sitting on the floor in front of me, not cross-legged but maybe cross, maybe vexed at me for waking it at such an ungodly hour and worse, putting it to work, and to what end? Shall I write another blog post nobody is interested in reading or responding to? Continue this poor-me vein? Skip over to AW again and write something inane or inappropriate? Open EFFIN’ ALBERT and reread, for the millionth time, the problem chapter I can’t seem to get right, or step beyond? Get dressed, fill my travel mug with coffee, climb in my van and go for a ride down dark empty streets, past silent houses filled with sleeping people?
I wake up in pain, because of it. Step gingerly into the bathroom so as not to wake the husband or the cat. Most times the former remains asleep but not the feline. He hears me, always does and starts that woeful pining he knows I can’t resist. He isn’t satisfied. He wants to be fed. Wants the front door open so he can look outside so I oblige. My coffee brews, I take my vitamins. The meds kick in and by then I’m awake.
And so it goes. Again. Another punctuated day starting far too early.