All day, I have had no concept or understanding of the time. 720pm. 1010pm. Even right now, going on 130am ... none of it means anything. It's as if a time bubble has descended upon the house, and those of us in it.
Bug and I had our Saturday morning bagel time. She ran errands. E worked and came home. Rather than paraphrasing myself, I once again direct you to my other blog, as I attempt to explain what happened next ...
Since I wrote that, E slept as well and woke up, and we three ate and were gentle and quiet with each other. There was a fair amount of vulnerability & between-the-world-ness all 'round.
I've listened to Stravinsky and watched more ballet videos. I downloaded a bunch of Marvel comics for Bug. I've placed myself back firmly in the graces of the Nocturnal world, where things make more sense to me.
Words aren't quite capturing this one, gang. Just know that I am resting and happy, and full of gratitude for this space and my loved ones. Dear Lady, please help this state of being endure for a little while.
Good night.
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