A spider bit me yesterday while I was sitting at my desk. Today the wound is red and a bit swollen but the skin is not broken. It itches a bit, mostly when my denim jacket brushes against the tender skin of my arm.
I know I'm compulsive - I've told you guys before. So compulsive that I built a database to hold my quotes. Sad, huh? But, I enjoy scrolling through them with little reminders of joy and peace. There a few depressing ones in there...but mostly they are ones that make me smile in some little way.
Every Wednesday I drive the same route to work that I drive most days (unless I have a craving for a Burger King croissant). There at the fountain are the war protesters mingled in the midst of the homeless people lined up for morning coffee and doughnuts at the church. I wonder about the protesters. There are four. The same ones each week with the same signs. Why only on Wednesday? Why only four?
At 4:30 every morning I wake-up with an urgency to pee - you could set your alarm by it. It's so weird and I wonder what Jung would make of it...but then, he's also the one that said "sometimes a dream is just a dream." I was remembering dreams for a while but I'm back in that cycle where I don't remember them. I'm not sure what that means.
I sit here in the quiet at work. All I can hear is the click of my keyboard as I write this jumble of words. There is a hum of the air conditioning clicking on and in the distant background I can hear a soft murmur of voices, speaker phones, and footsteps down the hall. The loud talker is out of the office today and my boss and I are the only ones in the office on my hallway. Its soothing in some ways - almost zen. My mind roams and sometimes trips. How is it that I work better with lots of noise than with little?