As soon as I finish this post I'm going to bed. Have you ever gotten to the point where you have gotten so little sleep that you lose your balance and do weird stuff?
This morning, I poured the coffee into a carafe and put the empty coffee pot into the microwave. I forgot to put the lid onto the carafe so the coffee was cold when I went to refill my cup. And I tried to screw the honey jar lid onto my tea cup this evening.
You know who is not tired?
Ah, even puppies need a rest break.
Look who ended up with all the bones AND the frisbee. Even Latte looks shocked.
The poem for today came to mind as I was poop pickin' back in the woods. I probably shouldn't have said that. It's much more poetic without that tidbit of background information.
The air has
the distinctive scent
of damp decay.
Musty and sweet.
sends shivers down my spine.