I’m certain that a mischievous small god of time is stealing my hours. I’ve read the works of Terry Pratchett enough to know that small gods delight in making people look over their shoulders with suspicion, wondering if an event they can’t quite pinpoint actually took place… unlike big gods, whose deeds are always involving things like brimstone, fire pits with eternal non-solar energy, and whatever might be going on inside people’s bedrooms.
You are probably wondering what I’m talking about, huh? Well, my days have been shortened. Seriously, it seems that I wake up, do a few things, and then I’m getting ready for bed again… and I’m really happy for it. What? You thought I was going to complain? Not even one bit.
Time seems to be running away from me because I’m doing so much. And when the body and mind are doing so much, sleeping like a semi-insomniac cat is a must. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks creating the best writing, running, blogging… schedule for me. I almost have it down. I suspect that another day or three working on it will provide me with some stability. For as much as I seem to run around like a Mad Hatter chicken with its head cutoff, I actually have a system. In fact, I can’t function without it… even if I’m the only one who understands it… perhaps because I’m the only one who understands it.
The last few days (couple of weeks?) have been for writing fiction and poetry, making delicious pineapple meatballs, mending clothes that had been in a box for ages, staring at wee animals in the woods, sniffing flowers, witnessing a bumblebee/wasp massacre (the wasps lost), running some miles, walking even more miles, going to see the doctor and without getting mad about it… and did I mention that I ran? Slower than a turtle carrying four elephants and a world on her back, but I’ve ran! And yes, that glow you read oozing happily out of my words is pure magic… and mayhap a little madness… and that’s quite all right.
So, my Wicked Luvs, what have you been doing?
This wee fellow (I named him Quest) is part of a box of treasures I received from my friend Mary… He was walking when I took this picture. Quest doesn’t move very fast, and I must wind him up often to get him to move at all, but he always looks gloriously happy when he gets there. Thank you, Mary!