eleven

it’s the point in the evening when all things point to bed. Thom is already snuggled down for the evening. i’ve had a couple nightcaps and so the eyelids are feeling droopy. and the hours are counting down until the moment when i have to get up and perform another day’s routine. and it is usually at this point that i have no interest in sleeping whatsoever.

tonight i remet Amber. earlier i had an interview for a job i don’t really want. i napped this afternoon. and i taught something at some time today but it really probably wasn’t life changing. so today ends as it began.

but it rained hard before i napped and i was entirely fascinated by the darkened sky and thundery sounds that controlled the world i lived in. how many times have i seen rain? yet still it enthralls.

there are things yet to be written that can’t happen right before bed. i need to remember this earlier. yawn.

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About German Jones

I am a librarian by day; I do all sorts of things at night.
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