Sunday sunrise
Mar. 14th, 2004 06:57 amI'm awake.
Dawn apparently is much earlier than I thought... I remember when opening my eyes at 6am would mean pitch blackness still, not the pale gray light and the orange flames in the east. My internal clock is still fuckety from the winter solstice, as I was biking back home into the setting sun (but it wasn't quite sunset, the sun was just moving somewhat downward), my body said "3:15," and my head said "no, more like "5:30... and why aren't you wearing a watch?"
...need to find my odometer.
Need to do something productive with my day, other than sleep through it. I mean, I probably need the sleep, but I know the reason why I curl up in bed at ridiculous hours these days has less to do with actual sleepiness and more to do with escaping from the sadness lingering at the edges of my brain waiting to pounce me when I stop paying attention to the efforts of keeping it away, not letting it paralyze me into inertia like usual. It's hard work, and I'm not successful at it consistently but hey, at least I'm trying.
I'm amused by the fact that whenever I bring some SF/F book into the bathroom with me and leave it there,
beatgoddess picks it up and promptly gets obsessed with it. Between
sundart and I we've managed to get her hooked on the complete adventures of Hawk and Fisher (including the Blue Moon books - yep, we made her read them in order), some Neil Gaiman, some Neal Stephenson, some Tanith Lee, and the latest thing she's absconded with is The Silver Kiss, by Annette Curtis Klause. We just had a conversation about that one, and I told her that when she was done with that she should come get Blood and Chocolate by the same author, which I actually like a whole lot better. I've actually lately developed a hankering for those Anita Blake books - I've read one of them, but wasn't really interested in reading the rest until recently, but a) I don't have the budget for books right now, and b) I need to get through the Thomas Covenant books first... not to mention the semester. I'm sure Anita Blake and her kinky crew of bloodsuckers can wait until after graduation. c) I kinda want to get the latest Nalo Hopkinton first.
PS - for those of you that are actually looking,
darkling_dreams informed me last time she was here that Kushiel's Avatar is in paperback now. Meanwhile I need a copy of Kushiel's Chosen in hardcover just so it more or less matches the other two.
Breakfast now, I think. I'm not drinking enough water... but first I have to help the girl find her glasses.
Dawn apparently is much earlier than I thought... I remember when opening my eyes at 6am would mean pitch blackness still, not the pale gray light and the orange flames in the east. My internal clock is still fuckety from the winter solstice, as I was biking back home into the setting sun (but it wasn't quite sunset, the sun was just moving somewhat downward), my body said "3:15," and my head said "no, more like "5:30... and why aren't you wearing a watch?"
...need to find my odometer.
Need to do something productive with my day, other than sleep through it. I mean, I probably need the sleep, but I know the reason why I curl up in bed at ridiculous hours these days has less to do with actual sleepiness and more to do with escaping from the sadness lingering at the edges of my brain waiting to pounce me when I stop paying attention to the efforts of keeping it away, not letting it paralyze me into inertia like usual. It's hard work, and I'm not successful at it consistently but hey, at least I'm trying.
I'm amused by the fact that whenever I bring some SF/F book into the bathroom with me and leave it there,
PS - for those of you that are actually looking,
Breakfast now, I think. I'm not drinking enough water... but first I have to help the girl find her glasses.