Nighttime and life hums to a standstill and so I think, for it still chugs along at a certain pace in the background, with another day ready to happen soon with its own importance and vagaries.
Another day with probably the same blue print of yesterday except perhaps the door bells will ring at different times, probably have a different lunch. Perhaps my tea will taste sweeter than usual or maybe not. ..who knows. Life is full of surprises hah.
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What does one do in bed moments before going to sleep?
I make a mental menu of the foods I'm going to cook the next day, a lot of which depends on the age of the vegetables lying in my frigid garden of electronic cooling.
Veggies that have been there a few days kit needs be cooked immediately while those just a day old can wait.
Sometimes it's a mix and match and often times when I see now way out I throw them in a big generic dish of gravy and call it a day.
Sometimes it's products that aren't veggies which needs be consumed on immediate basis like silk tofu or a high grade tuna.
Then sometimes I like to wrack my head over things I should usually remember but I don't, like that particular song I heard the other day and knew where before I'd heard it, in some as perhaps? Or was it a movie's ost? Gah, so annoying.
And when slew completely eludes me I begin a specials relationship with the refresh button.
It's in times of momentous dark needs that piques the courage for dark deeds, and those are times when my head hibernates with a voice within and a face above..
Hearts.
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