It’s Thursday afternoon, and I’ve been scouting the nooze all week. And here’s a story to write up the next day: American Cancer Society blames “traditional values” for “gays” getting cancer (so it’s your fault, and mine!). Right behind it comes news from Haiti. Vigilantes burn five gang-bangers alive and leave the charred corpses in the street as a reminder to others.
Close the laptop. No mas, no mas…
And wouldn’t you know it? Besieged by bad dreams all night long. I am glad I don’t remember them. All I do remember is suddenly waking up, escaping from the nightmare, and saying aloud “That will be enough of that! This stops here!” And waddaya know? It did stop!
So now it’s Friday, and I’m pretty beat… and I guess I’ll go outside and have a cigar while waiting for Joe Collidge to materialize.
That happens to me so often; something that never happened until recently.
We’re in a very strange time.
As soon as I wake up from one, I will use the bathroom or just walk around, then go back to bed and recite the 23rd Psalm over and over until I fall asleep.