i don’t recall the time i fell asleep last night. only that after my bladder woke me around 8am i went right back to bed. it was noon when i woke again. i slept well for the first time in a while. only, i was covered in dream residue. even now, at midnight:01, my dream is with me.
i spent the day arranging my clothing, washing more loads of laundry than i thought possible, putting away clothing, arranging my jewelry and toiletries, sweeping the floor, changing the AC filter and writing a research protocol. if that wasn’t enough i also packed a bag for DC. and i even found time to skype a turkish guy. or rather, he skyped me.
at some point this evening i walked outside to take papers from the car that i needed for my DC trip. solitude struck me when i walked out the door and the sky was black. i looked over to see a man and a woman talking on the other side of the building. it seemed incongruous with the solitude of my day. i never left the house. i spent the entire day with my chores and my thoughts.
i thought a lot about dreams, about people in my dreams, about DC.
off to DC to do some lobbying. i was supposed to look up the congress people’s stances on health care reform. i never did. i’m going to do it now.
okay. done. now i aim to rest. i have early church (7) then heading to airport.
living by myself. staying by myself. in my own mind. my only source of communication being the mobile or the social network.
i read somewhere that because we have so much at our fingertips we have stopped exploring our world with all our senses.