Random crows
So tired. Windy last night, again. The last couple of months have had so many wind storms that they all seem to blur together. And the rain, record amounts, thy both just seem to just wear me out.
The rhododendron by the front door banged on the house all last night, or so it seemed. My nervousness in wind was running at high rpms keeping me awake and making the naps I caught shallow and non restorative. But these thoughts do not mean anything.
Funny how tiredness twists things out of their normal perspective. It’s actually easy to believe that the thoughts don’t mean anything. They seem as random as the crow that Carrie caught throwing moss off of the roof of our office, capricious and perhaps even having their little jokes at our expense.
Posted on January 4, 2007 ::
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