Monday, July 02, 2007

down to my soul

a random thought as I was drifting off to sleep last night: we think in water like we think in base 10.

Lou is so tired that he fell asleep standing up. But apparently it's hard to stay standing up when you're sleeping, so then he kind of fell over a bit. He's tottering around like Lucille Bluth, and all because he prefers to lay on his tummy, but just had a fatty tumor removed from his tummy and every time he tries to lay on it, it hurts, and he sits back up. Start to lay down, jerk back up; fall asleep standing up, wake up and reorient; repeat. This is Lou's evening. Of course, he could lay on his side but every time I try to explain that to him, he says balderdash! and then falls asleep standing up.

Today was the first day of Art Camp (yay!!), and I'm off work for a week, with the understanding that I'll keep up on the day-to-day stuff through e-mail. So I just now checked my work e-mail, and there is an e-mail from an old friend saying hey! This e-mail address is going away! Use these instead! And, um, we haven't spoken for years and years. Didn't fall out or anything, more like fell apart, and so... what? Do you... want me to use that e-mail address? Or... just in case of emergencies like... uhm... God... another of our old friends' lives hangs on whether she can remember what she said when she first tasted gin?