I felt as though I was sleepwalking today. Everything was a little fuzzy and mundane things appeared unusual to me. I was pulled out of a dream to get up, but I never got going. I love to dream. Mine are full of imaginative bizarre images, vivid adventures and intriguing puzzles that spark captivating ideas. I was an odd child in that I often asked if it was time to go to bed yet – anxious to sleep and dream…unless it was Lawrence Welk night, of course. Then I begged to stay up until the end to see the bubbles! I would be quite happy if winter was declared a time for hibernation.
I’m assigning each day a unique name this year, instead of the stale Monday-Friday, in hope of remembering that each day is to be savored. Today is: Hibernation.