This would've been a facebook post, but I felt that it would probably run a little long. (Also, would not be able to post pictures and videos to accompany it.)
So here are five things going on in my world today.
5 THINGS:
Item 1: I slept in Padawan's bed last night.
Disclaimer: This did not happen as the result of a fight with the Mister.
I've just been having trouble sleeping lately.
So we got Took to bed last night, dealt with the requisite minimum of two excursions out of bed to come and "tell us something," and then we crawled into bed. Enjoyed a rousing episode of Under the Dome with my lovely gentleman, and then decided I was just going to go to sleep. No Supernatural, no Butterfinger. (Both of which I GREATLY enjoy, and make every attempt to enjoy as often as possible.) But last night I just wanted to go to sleep.
So I said good night, rolled over, and laid there for about 10 or 15 minutes before I realized it just wasn't going to work.
(Sidenote: I was aching all over. This did not help. Yesterday was my first day back at the gym in MONTHS, and I pushed myself too hard. Should've eased into it. Didn't. Aching calves and lesson learned.)
So instead of just continuing to lie there for hours on end, trying to find a comfortable position and becoming increasingly frustrated, I just grabbed my pillow, got out of bed, and announced that I was sleeping on the couch.
. . . aaaaaand less than 8 minutes into THAT endeavor, I realized that that was not going to be a suitable arrangement either. (The couch is usually pretty comfortable, but I was SORE.)
So I made a mental note of gratitude that we happened to have an extra bed upstairs at the moment, in Padawan's room.
And, after several angry exchanges between Waylon-kitty and myself (she did not want me to have to sleep alone. I was perfectly okay with it. She got determined, I got pissed and closed the door.), I settled into Pad's bed (after removing all the Hot Wheels), and tossed and turned and finally fell asleep.
. . . This morning came far too soon, and it was time for strawberry milk and coffee and waking up.
And it was only about 15 or 20 minutes after waking, AFTER my first cup of coffee, that I realized that there was something stuck to my leg. . .
Looked down and. . . it was a googly eye.
. . . I slept in Padawan's bed, and I woke up with a googly eye attached to my leg.
Just thought it deserved mentioning.
Item 2: I Might Actually Be Thinking of Switching To Decaf Coffee.
Seriously.
I love my coffee.
I mean, I LOVE. MY. COFFEE.
But I've been having a lot of headaches lately, and trouble sleeping. So I think it's really time to start thinking about turning to the Dark Side of the Force.
Trust me, I never thought this day would come, either.
It's terrifying.
But I'm hoping, really putting ALL my eggs, in the basket of Suggestion. Hopefully, I have been a loyal coffee addict for long enough that my brain will EXPECT IT to be caffeinated and life-sustaining, and it will thus BE (for all intents and purposes) caffeinated and life-sustaining.
All my money's on the placebo effect.
I might be switching to decaf.
So, if you're the kind of person that believes in signs and omens. . . you might wanna locate your sawed-off and keep your eyes on the skies. End of times, baby, end of times.
Just FYI.
Item 3: What My Kid Sounds Like When He Says "Awesome"
Item 4: I Might Have a Mid-Life Crush on John Prine.
I'm just going to go ahead and admit. . . I never saw this one coming.
I've always been aware of John Prine. But for some reason, he has just experienced an enormous resurgence in popularity for me.
(This is nothing my husband needs to worry about. I just find him adorable.) =)
Exhibit A, and really? . . .the only one you need:
He just looks so freaking HAPPY! I love it.
=)
Which brings me to:
Item 5: Robin Williams has passed on, and it is hitting me harder than expected.
I heard the news last night, and was upset, obviously.
Such a great loss.
But this morning. . . it has really hit me hard, for some reason.
. . . I remember seeing Mork and Mindy for the first time, as a very little kid, and thinking that THIS GUY was a GENIUS.
. . . I remember seeing Dead Poet's Society as a teen. And it changed me. It inspired me. It made me see an entire world that I hadn't dreamt of before. And I really do believe it helped to establish the course of my life, reaffirm my passion for literature, and inspire me in countless ways.
I just. . .
He was clearly a genius, clearly gifted, clearly a genuine and beautiful soul.
And suddenly I just couldn't. . . handle it this morning.
There's too much suffering in this world.
There's too much hate.
There's too much judgement, and intolerance, and too great a lack of empathy.
And sometimes. . . sometimes it's just TOO MUCH.
And so I cried.
For this man I've never met before, and for his family, and for everyone who loved him.
I cried because I turned on the tv to try to take my mind off of it, and the first words I hear are "air strikes" and "the injured" . . . and the tv was instantly turned off again.
I don't know exactly why this has hit me like this, but I think I might have a clue.
He was a light.
This is a dark world, too dark, too often, and he was a bright light in it. He BROUGHT light to it.
And when a light like that is snuffed out. . .
I guess that feeling people. . . they feel it.
So I refuse to post anything else about him, for fear of making anything about it seem cheap, or disrespectful.
I wish him peace and peace and peace.
And for the record:
Thank you.
You DID something for this world.
And it was a GREAT thing. =)
And it was a GREAT thing. =)
Oh Captain, My Captain.
Safe travels, and godspeed, Sir.
