Continued from here. Just patchwork unrolled. New thoughts over old.
Let it become.
Didn't sleep at all last night. Not tired at all this morning. I seem to be floating between night and day in a new way. I think something new is giving me rest. Maybe Considering is some sort of nutritional supplement. Or is it REconsidering? I need both. They obviously feed me.
I am thinking about story today. Each time you tell it it becomes new.
Sure are a lot of rainy days here lately. Damp. chilled. When it rains a lot I get buggy. I start rearranging furniture. Things. I get that from Mom. On rainy days she used to call me and say, "Whatcha doing?" I would say, "changing the rooms around". "Me too". That is what she would say. She would laugh.
The Man carries a flashlight around at night...when he gets up, because he does that a lot. Just so he doesn't bump into the new lay of the land. Soul-o doesn't mind. Every rainy day means a room already explored is ready again. And he can see in the dark. I think he appreciates the change of scenery.
The rain has encouraged the maple leaves to fall. They are late. I have leaves on my mind. Looking at them glued to the deck there has me considering. How and Where things come to Rest.
I will probably do that for most of the day. Quietly consider that. Surely I will have something to say about it after awhile.