It is currently 12:05 in the morning. The air conditioning unit outside of the window is humming, and the draw string to the blinds in front of the window are moving slowly in the air current like a pendulum. All three of the dogs are asleep in their metal cages, having buried themselves under blankets and chew toys. From the bedroom I can hear the television entertaining the atmosphere with stories of crime and murder.
And although I would like to end this day with the creation of something meaningful, I find myself unable to do so. No words of grand wisdom, no thoughts to keep in your Penny Jar. No buried treasure to be polished and kept – no gems of foresight to keep you from blindly entering the day.
“It’s raining, baby. Do you not hear the thunder?”
Perhaps it is time to go to bed now. To get that much needed rest before the day begins, again. I will get up in less than 8 hours and put my best foot forward.