Sunday, November 09, 2003

I was just thinking, as I brushed my teeth, that hashish toothpaste would make for lots of white smiles - mainly because people would forget how long they'd been brushing. The house is a brisk mid-50. Downstairs felt toasty by comparison. But I'm still sitting here, barechested, feeling more invigorated than chilly. I remember reading somewhere about some feral children who amazed their rescuers by their ability to be outside in the bitter snowy cold naked and show joy rather than discomfort. I think our bodies were designed to withstand much greater extremes of temperatures than we would ever imagine, as sheltered as our species is from weather. 2:34:55 AM

I feel as if I could wait tables asleep now. The same way I feel when I'm facilitating strategic planning, or RAVEN groups, or used to, when I had contemporary mastery. I remember interpolating square and cubed roots of numbers in my head on long sets during high school swimming practice. I wish I could compartmentalize my brain that way while I'm doing other activities.  Working the bar rail last night did exhaust me. I slept in, largely by accident, following multiple threads of dreams, all of which I've forgotten as I write this. I made a quesadilla. Healthy. I still get excited, every time, when the butter foams perfectly in the pan - something cooking with olive oil will always lack. Having the office in the front room now is almost like having it across town. I wake up in the morning, take care of my morning activities in the house, such as eating breakfast, showering, and then I put my work clothes on and walk down the hallway to work. 1:51:00 AM