[Surrogate's Blog]
A day without surrogate, is like any other day, except... without surrogate....and further more...
2007-01-28
Good morning Boys and Girls.
Some time in the middle of the night, I realized I'd jerked a bit in my sleep and caused the cat to go flying off my lap. I'd fallen asleep in the recliner, an extremely common thing for me to do, and Roadie, the three year old Calico, new to the house anyway, had been unceremoniously tossed by my little spasm.
I felt awful; almost bad enough to get up to see if she was okay.
I fell back asleep.
Later, Bladdy the Bladder woke me again and I went to make him happy and then made my way into my office, where Roadie had decided my office chair would be a fine place to snooze away the rest of the night. This was a problem and mini-moral dilemma for me as I'd just decided that I too needed use of the chair, and I'm much bigger.
I stood there for at least half a second of consternation before deciding. I gently lifted Roadie up onto the pillow that sits to the left of my computer desk on top of my synthesizer case that's there for her use. She woke to the same extent I had when I'd dumped her earlier in the night, and happily, she went back to sleep in a matter of seconds. Surely she'd be more comfortable there, I told myself, to mask my guilt for disturbing her sleep a second time.
I checked email, tmail and the blog for correspondences, of which there were only a couple, then read a couple of blogs, got annoyed after reading one in particular, commented on it and found myself sitting here letting an idea crystalize that had come from reading what I'd just read; an instant post fairly mushrooming into being.
It was brilliant. It came to me in waves of prose; writing themselves onto and into the memory section of my synapses. The whole of the piece took complete form within a maximum of thirty seconds.
"This will be great!" I thought gleefully, letting little nuances form, while opening my word processing program to begin, what I knew would be, a relatively brief transcription process. Brief, because, as I said, by then, everything was done except for the getting the thing from one form of memory to another, my fingers and the keyboard acting in tandem as router and cable.
Then a yawn...
"Hell," I decided. "I'll just wait and do it in the morning. Why not."
I grabbed Roadie, and took her back to my recliner. She barely woke as I did so, but I did see a look on her face that seemed to say, "What NOW jerk?"
We raced to see which of us could fall asleep sooner. -Probably a tie.
This morning I've come in here THREE TIMES to see if I could pry the idea from my mind. Stared at the screen. Gulped three cups of coffee.
Nada.
It was going to be the greatest blog post ever written.
Honest.
It was some kind of analogy I was going to make, and so slyly crafted that it would take hours for anyone to see what I'd done, though, and this was the good part, once realized, the truthfulness of my message would be so very obvious that everyone would feel silly that they hadn't seen it right off the bat. There'd be a mass thumping of heads among all who'd read what I'd written.
No. Really!
Honest.
Oy.
We's does get a tad full of ourselves sometimes, doesn't we?
Yes we does.
Be good to everyone.
drift (2007-01-30)
I can relate! drift
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