This one's short - I'm getting dressed to head to the Ren Fest this morning!
Next weekend, the Fair ends for the year, and while it's been a blast, I won't be sorry to see it end.
I woke this morning to the Sun, peeking through K's living room window. When I stay here, I sleep on a futon mattress on the floor behind the couch, which you might think would cripple me (touchy back, you know?), but doesn't, and I like it because it's a bit like sleeping in a cave or Gypsy wagon or...I dunno...but it's comfortable.
I've had too little sleep for too many nights, so when I sleep well, it's a blessing. Last night, when I finally went to bed, I slept wonderfully...if not long enough. I need months more. Or at least, a few hours.
So there was the Sun, peeping through the window, almost apologetic, "I beg your pardon, Daughter Mine, but it's time to wake up and get moving. Time to join the Dance of the Day, the Waltz of the Hours, to sing and laugh and Be..."
He touched my foot with a gentle ray, smiled softly, and waited. When I squinted up at him and made to roll over, I swear...he winked. I figured I'd get up before he escalated - in a rise-and-shine situation, it's best not to test the Sun.
Hello, bright sun...beautiful, bright sun...thanks for the kindly waking.