My day (part IV)

05:53pmI am still at work. Partly because my friend logged back on from earlier and I wanted to talk, and partly because I was uploading all of these diary entries, and I had to go back in and edit them.

I had the wise idea that I would type these entries in Dreamweaver, and just cut and paste them over, that way I didn’t need to worry about the definition list tags and so on. Instead, I created a coding nightmare, because it pasted with embedded carriage returns.

I finally finished the uploads, and they don’t look as good as I’d like. I will probably come back and tweak them later. My IM friend and I are at a good break point, so I am bowing out, shutting down, and going home.

06:07pmI am in my apartment. There is still daylight coming in, but I am mostly in shadow of the buildings across the street. Of all the things I want to do, there is one thing that I need to do, so I grab a book of science-fiction shorts, and head to the reading room.

06:30pmI admit to watching the clock. Reading is something I enjoy. I am not “well-read”, I can’t say that I read the “best authors” etc…but I try to read a diversity. I do this mostly at Barnes & Noble, where I pick a section on whim and just find a book or two that interests me. If I really like it, I buy it. At home, most of my books are non-fiction. Most of those are self-help. I have some fiction, and in that area, I am less diversely read. I enjoy fantasy and science-fiction. I also enjoy short stories more, overall. For me, the short story exposes me to a new concept faster. It skills the author to spin up great characters in just a few pages. I enjoy the intensity, I guess.

Other fiction, including romance and western, just doesn’t appeal to me much.

I should be leaving now. I will have ample time for finding food, and still getting to church early. But…boy, ya know, I think I will sacrifice a little of that time, for a quick 10 minute nap. Just to close my eyes, and let my frame rest. I do have a cold and allergies, after all.

07:13pmunprintable unprintable unprintable unprintable! DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES AFTER THE ALARM IS SHUT OFF! Didn’t I tell myself that this morning!!! *laughing at myself* I can’t believe I let my brain talk me into a nap without setting the alarm… *mock disgust with myself* I guess I really needed that rest after all. The trouble is, after 45minutes I was in DeepSleep, so now I am lagging and way groggy.

I clip my phone back on my belt and head straight out the door. Down the stairs; I have the correct key waiting to unlock my commercial glass door at the bottom of the stairs. Open, thru, close, lock. Still in a slight daze, I have to go through the mechanics of memory to remember where I parked my car this evening…Oh yes, right there!

07:17pmNow that’s a wierd feeling! running diagnostics In just a few minutes, I have had the sensation that I was out-of-body – both a lack of motion-control, and a feeling of general numbness and psychic displacement no immediate pain or trouble registered – checking tertiary symptoms Could be that I am still groggy. Could be a tumor. Could be due to blood loss. My tongue is numb; if I bite it, I feel more sensation on the side of my mouth than in my tongue itself. sporadic generalized numbness around center of lower back; spreading of tingling sensation along underside of diaphram [supposed]; diagnosis: inconclusive – could be internal injury, or could be misaligned back/neck well, I’m betting I have a fever. Drat.

07:35pmI have hastily explained my lateness to the group, and since 2 of the 3 women are mothers, I let them feel my forehead for fever advice. *nodding* The general consensus is that I probably have a slight fever.

Calling this drama practice is a little inaccurate. Today, as on most days, its really drama writing. It is officially the “drama ministry”.

Tonight is typical. The four of us sit around in the green room downstairs, below the pulpit platform. A microcassette recorder is running. Today we are brainstorming ideas for a drama for an upcoming women’s retreat, and also the name of an “award” we can give out at a summer drama party.

I think better on my feet (I also learn better on my feet). But I am a little too run down to be pacing the entire time. So I content myself with standing and moving to illustrate points only.

The others are not in great form, either. This is untypical. Usually we get rolling and don’t stop. Tonight, we are kinda stabbing at it with blunt knives, every now and again a good idea sticks on the tip. But, if nothing else, it is a group where we gather and can mingle and let ourselves be: for as far as the group meetings go, there is no taboo. There is recognition that “genius” comes in many forms and sometimes “inappropriate” forms. But all is permissable among the group, when neccessary.

It is relaxing this way. There is no pretense or posturing of any kind. Unless its like this: *moving into a strange and difficult to balance posture*

Continued…