I woke up this morning with an awful taste in my mouth, and the recollections of a disturbing dream. In it, the police quietly stood by while a group of right-wing nut jobs cleaned out my garden. They only intervened when I attacked the numero uno wing nut. They arrested me.
Absurd? No, this is what you get when we pass beyond absurd. The cocktail of medicines I am on for asthma, pneumonia, and summer allergies probably influenced my dream. The dreams are always interesting, but this time, they are unsettling.
In the daylight, we can tinker with the way we review events. We can persuade ourselves that we are rational. Asleep, though, the wheels come off, and the mind can lurch through all the cursed territory we avoided in the day.
If you’ve read some of my other posts, you might recall that I am, by turns, a ruminator and an absurdist. Well, rumination isn’t going to help. No one has a clue about what is likely to happen. So, I am reaching for my Magic Eightball. Shake, shake, rub, rub…..Hmm, let’s see…
This is worse than I thought!
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🌹Wishing you physical recuperation soon, but as you say, there are other maladies afoot — too many, too widely, and, if treatable, how? Utterly absurd times.
I’m afraid it is passing beyond absurd.
Has your wife banished you to the couch so she can get a good night’s sleep? 😆😴
Lois, she works nights, so it’s not an issue for her.
I’m sorry to say that that scenario wouldn’t be utterly out of place in the UK at the moment. Hope you are feeling better?
Healing slowly, with cats demanding extra food, of course!
Of course they are! I wouldn’t expect anything else from them! Glad you are healing though, albeit slowly.
I have noticed Sabrina standing by when I read about Louis’ doings. Oh no! he has a kitten protege!
Nothing more absurd than ruminating…