Today was a no kick-ass day. The only ass kicking was done was by Stephanie Plum and her side kick, Lulu, two characters from Janet Evanovich’s detective series. I spent some hours reading Fearless Fourteen.
Her books are a good read when you are low and need a picker upper. It’s hard to stay down with all the action and humour. How can you not smirk and laugh out loud at this:
“Lulu is a former ‘ho turned bonds office file clerk and wheelman. She’s a plus-size black woman who likes to squash herself into too small clothes featuring animal print and spandex. Lulu’s cup runneth over from head to toe.”
See what I mean? It works for me almost every time, even today.
Today was after a night of sleeplessness. I got a couple of hours but I wouldn’t call it sleep. It was filled with fitful dreams. Not restful at all. I haven’t had one of these for a long time but I am familiar with them. It used to be the norm in my 34 plus years of shift work.
I had hoped on doing a major decluttering but like all plans it was dashed. I felt hung over, stretched out, spent. There was no karate chopping today. My best today was learning from Stephanie and Lulu as they stormed and sped through the pages, getting their man/woman. I didn’t waste time trying to be a heroine. Instead, I gathered energy by living through them. Did I somehow, unconsciously planned this – to have some guilt-free idle time?
I must be innocent. I feel wretched but not guilty. Even Sheba is feeling the lazy today. She’s dragging after me with just a few dispirited barks through the day. I wonder if it was the moon last night, lighting up too many dark corners, keeping me awake. Let me sleep tonight, Mr. Moon.