Beat of the drum
So my house is apparently acting like the local woodpecker’s drum. I’m not opposed a little native drum session, but does it have to be that early in the morning? But, I guess it beats waking up to my cat’s screeching.
I don’t know, maybe fate’s trying to tell me something with all the animal fanfare? Early bird catches the worm & all that crap…so maybe start going to bed early oooor just get as far away from here as possible for a while? I can honestly say that since last November this place has felt like a prison…a comfy Norwegian prison, but a prison nonetheless. It’s like the warden is the only one who can set me free, but he’s put me in solitaire confinement & forgotten I even exist…so here I am, slowly going a tad looney. ;P
Bah… I need some shuteye, so enough with this mopey gibberish of mine. I'll leave you with a pic of the gorgeous double rainbow I saw a few hours ago. ;)
“Do not take anything for granted - not one smile or one person or one rainbow or one breath, or one night in your cozy bed”. ~Terri Guillemets.