Candlelight Hero

I went for a run this morning in the dark. I made ham and eggs and hash browns for breakfast in the dark this morning. I showered in the dark this morning. I dressed in the dark and made lunch in the dark all before having to leave for work, early, this morning.

All this is a lie.

I actually did it all with inadequate candle light. Not enough candlelight to do my eyes any justice. I burned my thumb from holding the lighter too long to catch the nubs that are moonlighting (get it?) as candle wicks in each of my worn-down candles.

I went to work just as it started to rain.

I welcome you, storm of the century. Please allow my power to come back on in time for my milk to be ok.

Queueing it...

Oh X-Files, I've tried. I just don't think I can anymore. Apparently there does come a time when one cannot go on. I thought maybe, like with Buffy, I could power through the badness to something meaningful but it's not happening. So it is with not any regret, and with a little bit of joy, that I bansih the rest of Season 7 from my queue. Time to focus on the newly released seasons of The Office, Supernatural and Medium.

inside memorylane.

If I could live inside memory I would hover in your laughter and flit in and out of your smile. I would saunter past awkward moments and jeer at them while simultaneously banding with my historied self on all fronts. I would memorize moments of forgetfulness and take pictures of conversations where anothers wisdom made me remember to love. I would try to hold myself and be my friend in the darkness and I would dry all of my tears with a happy cloth. Mostly though, I would get caught up again in the might-have-beens and should-have-dones and I'll forget there is a present to be lived and a me to be loved now and that laughter is just around the corner.