Journal

I went to sleep at 4 AM. I woke at a little after 9 AM and was unable to go back to sleep. The morning sun is bright and reflected off ripples on the lake. The sky is clear. I have the shutters set in the office to keep direct sunlight from coming in but the reflected light is luminous.

Another day brings another headache. It is mild but I know it is there. I have the tight feeling in the skin on my forehead that sometimes accompanies the dull discomfort.

I am listening to Janis Ian "Welcome Home (the Nebulas Song)" (available free here). This song is the tune of "At Seventeen" with lyrics about her love of fantasy and science fiction. She did a filk of her own song. It always serves to cheer me up.

This is me now, cheered up. 

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This is part of my program to write something -- anything -- every day. A journal of sorts. Somethings I write will appear here and some will not.


I hear the TARDIS. The Doctor is in. Got to go.

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Corporations are not people. Soylent Green is people.