Brzzt…crackle…fizznxnerkle…beep….

Can you read me, dearheart? I am fading in and out here, though you seem to be as sturdy and global as ever. My transmission may be garbled today.

Funny how you become so much less beautiful when one is sad. Even the trees look droopy to me. A good example of how everything is awareness. One’s awareness creates one’s experience, even if it may not create reality itself. Close enough to make no difference to me today.

Thank goodness for sleep, to re-ravel all the cares that may have become wild and unraveled while one was awake. Ah sleep, nature’s balm. Such a blessing.

I hear horror stories of insomnia, but have never really experienced that myself. I like lying down so much that I don’t really care whether I go to sleep or not, so my slumbering is totally non-stressful. The mind can travel oh-so-far when one is abed, asleep or not.

Guess I might try another pic, hang on for a sec….

That’s enough for today, a beautiful one no doubt, but tinged with sadness by my psyche.

Your schlumpy,

LWIII