Staind

Last night as I was preparing (jamming out to my tunes to get pumped up for the after party we were scheduled to work) to go volunteer at the SEEDS conference at COTM from 7-12 a song came on my Pandora  and I literally had to sit down and compose myself, especially when I saw that the album was entitled Illusion of Progress, and that really hit me hard.  Of course I had to buy it on iTunes immediately.

Black Panther

Mr. Darcy is not the best cat cuddle partner, as he has taken to sleeping on or very near my head or wrapped around it like a turban, or just curled up on my face; it's not as if I need to breathe or anything, gee whiz!  So last night I am cold smoothe out right?  Then I wake up screaming because it feels like two steel point darts are piercing my skull, nope...it was just Mr. Darcy having a bad dream and digging his nails so deep in my scalp that I literally had to slowly pull his claws out one by one, yeah that was a RUDE awakening, but I could tell he felt bad because he looked like "oh dear she is NOT happy" but it wasn't his fault, I just don't know how to get him to sleep elsewhere so that I am not in danger of a panther attack whilst I sleep. 

COTM tonight to volunteer for our annual SEEDS conference from 7-12 a.m. so tomorrow will be interesting on only 3 or four hours of sleep. 

Back on the air...

When life gets busy, I just start to feel like writing is work and I never want to have to force words that won't come.  Much like my reading "habit", if it doesn't flow out of me as if I were talking then it doesn't read the way I want it to.  So many good things are happening with my Link group and COTM, and my private life that I am busy living it and not making time to write about it; I really do want to go back and read these entries later on down the road and remember the joy of this memory or that one.  My life is practically perfect now, and the rest I am working towards making the good; great.  I have no complaints, zero.  I realize this doesn't make for interesting reading, no angst to fuel the pen so to speak, but hey it's a small price to pay for the peace and contentment I have found within.