I’m sleepy today; the result of nodding off on my couch in an awkward position with the television left on. The by-product - a bad night, a tired day, a sore neck and a dull ache that won’t relinquish it’s hold on my poor poor head.
A night of busy dreams about teeth. Teeth of all things. This could mean several things I suppose;
- metaphorically – perhaps I need to “sink my teeth” into a problem;
- emotionally – for all I know I may have anxiety about the way I am perceived by others;
- perceptually – conceivably there was an infomercial on at some point in the night about teeth whitening that my subconscious picked up;
- prophetically – an old acquaintance of mine is a dentist – it may be that I will receive and email or;
- physically - maybe I just need to make an dental appointment.
Regardless, I’ve been lacking the enthusiasm that usually sparks the day and have felt apologetic. A little revived this afternoon, I’m still fuzzy and off my game. Not the end of the world. She’s awfully tiny and speaks in a tentative whisper, but my inner optimist tells me that tomorrow I will better appreciate the warmth of the sun, the clearness of my head, and life in general. It’s all good.
Yeah. I’ll be better tomorrow. Wait and see.
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