Just go with it, right?

This morning the alarm sounded in the pitch black and I reached over and slammed the snooze button. Listening I could hear the rain. Why does it sound relentless to me today? So warm and cozy under the covers I felt no desire to get up. Wouldn't it be lovely instead to turn on the bedside lamp and just lay here and read until I felt like getting up? Again the alarm sounded so I swung my feet out of bed. It wasn't until my feet hit the smooth hardwood floor that this feeling of grumpiness came over me. I have to laugh how I can go from feeling cuddly peaceful, to foul grumpy. Even dragging myself to the coffee pot didn't help this morning. Must be a day to just go with it, eh?

A drive down to district instead of a walk....now that never helps my mood. Idiots, such idiots driving these cars, myself included if I am truthful. If it weren't for the bonechilling cold it would have been better to walk instead of drive this dreadful route. One thing always comes to mind when I drive to district.....isn't a roundabout supposed to serve a purpose???!!! There is one on my way which does nothing at all. Deadsmack in the middle of the street....not even landscaped....it serves absolutely no purpose except to make me drive slightly around to the right....there is no offshooting streets only this street with its roundabout....utterly ridiculous!!!! At least it is a quick trip and I will be home again.

The one thing that put a tiny crack in my foul mood was a song playing, You are Beautiful by James Blunt....imagine but I was thinking at that instant that it was time to burn a different cd for in the car....until I heard this soft sound underneath the music.....a tiny, lilted singer. Straining I could barely hear but by god she was singing the words....every word of the chorus softly to herself. Damn if that didn't put a bit of a damper on my now-on-a-roll grumpiness.

Today I really should get some work done. Looking at my journals and my portifolio, I realize that this move has put me almost to a dead stop. Well no excuses left....almost everything is settled now....mum and dad have left (might that be part of my foul mood today? Probably) time to get on with things. No more excuses....Get on with it Erika!

Your physical burning gets tiresome...
it pales in comparison to the yearnings of my soul.
The talk of flesh is a mere shadow of the desires of the heart.
The arousal of the body can be explained by science...
the firing of neurons, the stimulation of nerve endings.
The urgings of the soul are harder to define....
but are more ecstasy to the whole than just the stirring of the hips, the quivers of flesh, the spasms of bodily pleasure.
To have me would be to understand that.
Various physical desires I have already known...
surprise me with something different.
Stimulate my soul to bring unbearable release.