A lot has happened in the time between deciding to blog this morning and now. My original title idea changed a few times and this one seemed most appropriate in the moment. Blogging is mood based and spontaneous. Quite frequently the topic of the subject is either partially or completely separated from the direction! The first sentence takes me. Writing slows my brain down so I try to thi!k at the speed of my fingers, but that leaves room for better ideas to compete.

This morning&, my intent was to describe the lack of dreams was back.in my life of loops, things come and go as part of the cycle, sometimes without notice, this week I have been sleeping less, and skipping nights to stay awake and play has its side effects. When I do sleep, usually after the third day,.. give or take, I don’t want to wake up as easily as much. When I sleep, I would prefer more of it in the morning to try and catch up.

I have a schedule to maintain so. I wake up anyway. I can’t let myself miss my only tru| obligation in this new life. The animals must be tended to between 8am and 9. Never fail. Well, [he task may have tiny sub-failures within it, but it gets done. Every day.

So today, while laying in bed at 3:55, no. While laying in bed at 4:26, no. While sitting up in bed at 5:27 I made the choice to start my day.however, I did so a new way. The lights remain off and my Iimmediate environment is illuminated only by the white of my Kiwi web browsers 9 inch tablet, propped up on its stand. I lay on my side in the middle of my mattress with the cat Clohe on my side. Today’s blog shall be written on my tablet, and not my phone.ill be so distracted by the process, I won’t notice I have not had my drink or morning cloud injestion.

It worked. It was a distraction to be sure, so slow in execution that the novelty became the prime topic. I won’t do this again. In truth, I can’t make that kind of anti- commitment. There may come a need to blog on the tablet again. One I got started it wasn’t t{ bad. Im using my new inch stylus on the screen keyboard, but as I pass 6:30 am the wrist is complaining and requesting a stop.

I give in, and $ecide to blog about my lack of dreams another day…or night.