Maybe my favorite thing in the world is lying in bed thinking half-dreams, mulling over my life with a spine of fantasy and revelation. So many things occur to me and appear as I switch from position to position ostensibly burrowing for sleep, but in actuality happy, so happy, where I am. I don’t want to get out of bed. If this is depression give me more.
Sometimes the cat comes.
There’s usually a take away. Today: these thoughts above as well as a giant squirel flying using ripped off TV antennas as helicopter blades in its hands, its bottom feet mincing as it gently lilts down. Galen is there and is nonplussed while I am amazed at how I’ve never heard of this as an example of animals using tools.
This, this whole thing, is what travel has taught me.