Sleepwalking through life
I got in bed around 4AM on Saturday morning, having finally arrived from my much delayed flight out of L.A. We had a birthday party to go to at 10AM but I had barely crawled out of bed by 9AM. Then I just wanted to hang out with T1 and T2 and the dogs (and the cat of course). We went to Ruby’s birthday and James Singleton was playing with a friend and kids were roaming here and there and Tin was up close and enthralled with the musicians and was dancing as usual, and I felt like I was sleepwalking through the morning.
We all came home, hot and tired and ate lunch and then napped the sleep of the dead. Then I barely could shake off the out of body experience I had been having when it was time to sneak over to my friend’s house after Tin went down to watch episode six and seven of Treme. My friend was out of town as her mother passed.
By the time we got in bed last night, I felt as if I had lived life as a different person, a shadow of myself, because my mind hadn’t transitioned to home, and was left floating in the ether with other thoughts and ruminations that happen when you find yourself stuck at an airport for too many hours and suddenly you have seen such diverse people and had such random thoughts that you are not quite sure what you are focused on.
