Lost in Space

[smokingboot]

Disjointed, unco-ordinated, uncomprehending...so, no change there then. But today I feel different, I feel too much. The layers of day-to-dayness aren't there. I haven't had the chance to don my shell for meeting the world, and if I don't put it on first thing, it doesn't fit for the rest of the day.

This may be because the world came and met me too early this morning. The doorbell rang at catastrophe o' clock, as larians chum came to give him a lift to work during what felt like the pre-dawn hours. My darling had not mentioned this to me (nor had he set the alarm) and I heard him wing his way around the bedroom like a startled bat. I woke up to a phone call from him about something I can't remember, and then the kitties let me know they were hungry. It's not that I don't appreciate their underfoot love; they definitely scored top points this morning by masterfully tripping me towards bannister induced lobotomy, only avoided by my mid-air twist and crash into the door of the downstairs loo. Who needs a fully functioning cerebral cortex anyway? Mine was just getting in the way.

It's not like that weird edginess I associate with periods or bad mood swings. I just feel...soft and a bit gentle. Brrr! Odd. Tonight I will watch the news from start to finish; that ought to get me my growl back.