It's 4:30 a.m and I notice my arm has little scratch-scabs in clusters down it making me look emotionally maladjusted in a self depreciative and superficial kind of way. That's not what happened but I noticed how I could see why someone might think that and I chuckle to myself.
'That damn dog" i mumble under my breath,
I've been perched here in my room for the better part of the evening listening to YouTube mysteries intermingled with excerts from Carlos Castanada audio books.
To keep my hands busy I do little project s and tasks like cleaning or making a fancy storage box for the world's tiniest hula hoop.
I hear the rain scutterng and splat splashing onto my newly installed roof shingles and it occurs to me thay i am pretty lucky in my life right now because in reality things could be so much worse.