Ambien Dogging

You may think I mean to type ambien blogging, and certainly that was the intiial intention. But  Scout decided he wanted to help me.

He didn’t. And I told him to get down, and he thinks tha means he should roll over on his back and kiss me graefully while I lovingly rub his belly. Then he really does ealize I mean he should get down, so he gets down an dmakes obnoxious noises that make me wonder wha he’s into, so I get him to jump back on the bed where we reepeat sep one. stinkin’ dog.  The other stinkin’ dog thinks I’m talking to her every time I say “No! Down” and thus slinks under the bed. Joe’s coming home Friday night, and he’ll be here all weekend. I’m happy about it all except the having to have him at the airport at about 6 a.m. Monday. That part kinda stinkcs.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and reading and studying. I decided to ttake the red pill. Just so’s you know. I’ve been falling down the rabbit hole for the last two days. We’ll see what happens when I hi the bottoom.

Oh, and hey, Chicory & Klove and their adorable daughter Sassa got some great news after a bad scare. Go send them white light, if you’e so minded. They deserve it.

Poetry Month: Day 9

THE SUN RISING.
by John Donne

        BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
        Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run ?
        Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
        Late school-boys and sour prentices,
    Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
    Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

        Thy beams so reverend, and strong
        Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
        If her eyes have not blinded thine,
        Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
    Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
    Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, “All here in one bed lay.”

        She’s all states, and all princes I ;
        Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
        Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
        In that the world’s contracted thus ;
    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
    To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.