I missed my morning pages on Sunday. Since I went to bed at 6:15 in the morning after a 24-hour Saturday, perhaps I can be excused?
I'm in desperate need of some plain downtime. I'm not sure if I'm going to get it, but Figment's going home straight from work tonight and not calling; he needs the sleep as much as I do. (When we talk on the phone, we talk longer than Darkside and I do. We talk often.)
pyrogenic called this weekend, because of one of those delightful coincidences that just make the world tick: a chance-met person at a party turned out to be a close friend of my first fianceé from 10 years ago. The old friend and I chatted and figured out my ex's phone number from memory, well, her parents' number, but that oughtn't to have changed. It's a very small world. Global communication and transportation have made it smaller. Will this effect hold true when we start moving off the planet?
My fingers still remember that pattern on the phone. I would drag the phone inside the bathroom for some privacy, from concerned parents and prying little sisters, and bring a chair or perch on the edge of the tub, and leave the lights off as we talked.
The day after Easter is Cheap Chocolate Day, a holiday that comes several times a year. I must observe it. Religious, don't you know.
I'm not a perfectionist striving after complete control of my ups and downs. I couldn't ever be LDS. He is. He has to be. I am a wild ride with wild spikes and dips and curves. I am your rollercoaster. I can be a rock when I need to be, but I am a hang glider. I am a helicopter. I am clergy, so I can be whatever I need to be when I need to be it, for a limited time only.
Unless you know me for years, you don't take me to see Mother.