I sat here in the cool middle of the night air in the living room until I couldn't stand it anymore and had to put on my bathrobe. I'm all for a little bit of suffering. I think it's good for the soul, but I do have to draw the line somewhere. When the hot coffee isn't actually keeping me warm anymore, I think it is time to give in and dress a little more comfortably.
I'm suitably attired now and much warmer and it does make a difference in how I sit here. I'm not a scrunched together chilled woman anymore and I can relax a little better. It will hopefully help me in writing a better post. So do I think the coffee will of which I will have one more cup. Then I will have reached my limit and I will switch to cold milk which will freeze my frontal lobes and my ability to think straight. But I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
As is usual, I'm full of expectations of this nighttime experience, but nothing may come of it. I'm probably expecting too much of nothing important at all. It's just another middle of the night case of wakefulness like I have so many nights and there's not much special about it. I do have to temper my fires and not act like the earth is going to move beneath my feet simply because I'm up and in a good mood because of the coffee.
Things are all very relative and soon enough I will go back to bed again to finish sleeping and I will wake up to a quite ordinary day in which I will do quite ordinary things. Besides, I don't really do anything that exciting during the night. It's just a general sense that I have that makes it seem so. I certainly don't have any brilliant out of the ordinary ideas. I have yet to make any earth shattering discoveries.
That's how you talk yourself down from a cloud. That's how you walk down from the mountain and you become a mere mortal again. God forbid I should think I'm anything but. I'm not attached to the earth by gossamer threads. I'm not that ethereal. Besides, I wouldn't float away if they were cut, but would fall down to the ground just like anybody else.
I'm drinking cold milk and that should shock my system into another line of thinking. I will be more grounded now. You are what you eat, after all.
We're only going to have two warm days and then the rain is going to return and it is going to be cool weather again. We're just bound not to have a good summer. Some people think we're going to have an early Fall, but I'm holding out for an Indian Summer. I have to be an optimist, I refuse to think otherwise. I sure as heck don't want to think of leaves turning color and frost in the morning.
At least I've been able to wear enough clothes in layers. My cardigans have been put to good use. My Capri leggings have been languishing in the closet, but my skinny jeans are getting a work out. I've been wearing my Keds nonstop and my sandals not at all. Soon enough I'll be wearing my boots again. Some women already wear theirs.
Well, I'm chilled from the cold milk and I'm going back to bed to finish sleeping under the warm duvet. I'm expecting the Exfactor later in the morning and I do have to be coherent by that time. I do have to be able to make a shopping list.
Have a great day all of you.