So what do you do when you are as restless as a bunch of puppies? You do this. You do that. You are about as successful as they are trying to get on a too high a deck. You get nowhere except more restless.
So I talk to myself. Settle. STAY. I pour myself a glass of wine. I sit before my keyboard. I tap and tap. Relief is near. Order comes. Have you ever felt this way? I know that I can’t be the only one. What do you do when you feel like this?
I know that this is not the time to balance my bank account or pay the bills. This is not the time to look for objects misplaced or lost. It would only make things worse. Talking about it with other people seldom works because they cannot feel what you feel. Maybe that is why tapping out the words helps me. It gives me validation. And the tapping of the keyboard is rhythmic.
Physical comfort helps. The AC is on. I like to blame everything on the weather. I am sure the barometric pressure affects us. I am not going to take all the blame myself. I have to be kind to me, for who else knows what I need? Above all, I need my own special kind of humour to weather life’s slings and arrows. If I don’t have that armor, I could be seriously wounded.
I’m missing my guy. He’s out somewhere on some lake in his sailboat doing a man’s thing with a couple of other guys. Sheba is missing him, too. We will go out for a long walk to soothe our restlessness. With luck and phone reception, we might hear from him.
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