today

started out the same, I opened my eyes this morning when I woke up...

I wonder how it would feel to be blind and wake up in the morning? Not seeing what's around you, the morning sun, the soft reflections of shadows dancing on the walls, the subtle light from clouds rolling by in the sky outside the bedroom window. What if you were blind and deaf? There'd be no diesel trucks driving by, no mourning doves cooo'ing, no cat meowing to wake you. That must be pretty hard. Sleep would be the one place where you'd have all your senses. I'd like to find this out. I'd like to know if blind and deaf people dream with hearing and vision, or even a paraplegic, does he walk in his dreams? I bet he flies.

I drifted a bit there, what I was wanting to say is this: sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say, that whatever I say is stupid and nobody wants to read anyway, sometimes I wonder am I too much, too intense, do I take myself too seriously, do I hold others to higher standards than I do myself? And then it hit me, I felt the sun shine down on me as I walked from my car to work and I quickly realized I appreciate all that is my life, the ups, downs and in-betweens and that I have always been a sucker for Biscuits.......