But I'm not slacking.
Yes, My neighbors directly above me woke me up with their loud talk at 710 AM, but I saw that the sky was gray and my little corner of the world was wet, rolled over and went back to sleep.

When I woke again at 945AM, the sky was gray and my little corner of the world was wet.

I rolled myself from the bed. I went to the bathroom. Then opened the blinds and curtains in the 'living area', then I read the backs of several photos sent to me by janetk. Then I took meds and a vitamin, and filled a pitcher with water and sat down to continue reading A MILLION LITTLE PIECES by James Frey--and for the record--I don't give a shit that he embellished the story; I don't give a shit if, as some say, it's a total fabrication, fiction, lie.

I'm not reading it to see inside him and his life; I'm reading it to see inside myself and my life.

I'm not an alcoholic or a drug addict, but I do see myself in the book. It's an intense book. I can't read more than two or three chapters at a time. Because I need time to absorb and decompress.

The sky is still gray and my little corner of the world is still wet, in a cleansing, shiny kind of way.

And now I'm off to continue with my day, and when I come back to visit, I'm going to catch up on other blogs.

Good day, All...