The sun is coming through my March windows and I am seeing corners of my digs that have been in serious shadows. I am seeing DUST. At first, I thought, “Ah, rats, look at all that dust.” Then I saw the little boy in the Bruce Willis movie and I heard the statement, “I see dead people.”
Of course, I could have just chuckled and go about my normal erratic thinking patterns, but today it seems I am on a more than usual convoluted maze and am stuck in a dead-end corner (no pun intended) with the little boy, Bruce Willis and the . . . you know . . . seeing dead people.
I decided I ‘d better use action to get my body chemicals moving and my endorphins stimulated and just GET UP AND CLEAN THE HOUSE. (Well, some small part of it.) The first thing that occurred to me to do was going at the fireplaces. My mind is too slow this morning; it had failed to leap ahead to what I would see. Yes, ashes.
Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.
I guess my nest step is to listen to some really upbeat music on my ipod.