August 1, 2009
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Lazy, lousy, lizy...
Today was absolutely beautiful. I believe we're experiencing global cooling here in Kansas.
I spent most of the day in my recliner - I've been exhausted the last several days. I was in bed last night before 9. That never happens unless I'm sick, and I'm not sick. Somehow I have this aversion to going to bed. My wife simply cannot understand this. I tell her that, to me, going to bed represents dying. At the end of every day it gets dark, and we have to go rest - and somehow, it seems to typify death to me. Its a daily reminder that life comes to an end. That we will all someday "sleep". So I would rather keep right on going. She thinks I'm weird. Oh, well. She's usually right.
But I think I slept about 9-10 hours straight last night. Very abnormal. Then I read most of the day in my recliner. Grilled burgers and ate supper with the family on the patio this evening. If you like bone-chilling fiction right out of the modern genetic-modification grinder, may I suggest you read "Hunter" by James Byron Huggins.
I'm slowly starting to feel refreshed.
Comments (1)
I think your wife is right.
I love going to bed to rest, for rest is what I long for... However, I can see the comparison to dying and it's good to want life. Keep living life to the fullest but don't be afraid to rest, for that is good, too.
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