I’ve been falling awake lately. Maybe it’s winter. Maybe it’s middle age. I don’t know. I just wake up suddenly and completely and there I am. No gradual awakening. I’m there. It feels odd, but what can you do?
The comments I got back on the erotic poetry assignment were amusing. My erotic nature is obviously hidden. A third of the class thought I was writing on death. This would explain a lot of things.
The snowball fight of 2007 is descending upon us. Troops have been called home from college and the far reaches of our own county to do battle tonight. Right on schedule, the toilet on the cold side of the house has frozen up. We’re talking to it nicely, pouring hot water down its drain, asking it to wake up, soon.