I slept late this morning...something that is relatively unheard of in the normal scheme of things. I got a full 11 hours of sleep and I think I needed it. Before I got up I was dreaming that I worked for a comical environmental-spoof game show. Just before waking up, the gorilla had thrown off his George Jetson costume and run away with the magic lipstick. Umm...yeah. I coughed half the night and I think my body is desperately trying to kick this sickness I've been carrying around for the past 3 weeks.
I've spent more time being sick since moving here, than I have being well. I suppose I should go to a doctor one of these days...but I have little faith in doctors. I've never found one that took the time to find out what is actually wrong with me. They usually just prescribe antibiotics and bustle on to their next patient. I'm also beginning to wonder if I maybe have allergies. If that's the case, then that causes a whole lot of mixed emotions because I have a feeling that it is the bookstore that's making me sick with its 2 chickens, 2 cockatiels, 2 rats, a lovebird, a dove, a ferret, a chinchilla, and 3 cats. hmmm...do ya think? But if that's the case, then what?
Needless to say, I slept hard this morning and woke up groggy. Two cups of coffee later and I am swimming my way to the surface. It is the first day of the next 12 weeks of Finding Water and I found myself dragging my feet to the couch, journal in hand, moving slowly and with reluctance towards writing morning pages. I think if finally dawned on me what I was getting myself into. But all it took to get me past my lack of enthusiasm, was sitting down and starting to write. I immediately felt better and am honestly looking forward to this.
Last night I sort of had a break through with my writing. I wrote all day, but the good stuff came out in all of two minutes. It might be soon to say, but I can see my writing evolving into something new with this. My body feels beaten, but my mind feels more settled than it has in some time. I am sitting with an idea...letting it incubate. It has been a long time since I've sat down in front of my computer with the intention of "playing" with words. It causes me to look forward to every little chance I get to write. And, my god, it is a refreshing feeling. I've needed that. More than anything.