I’m giving you the day off from chickens. Not, mind you, because they are any less fascinating than they were last week or the week before or the week before that…
Just giving it a pause. And maybe because yesterday morning I was out there cooing over the baby chicks and then came inside to feed the dogs their breakfast, which was – ummm, chicken. Slight moral dilemma to ponder there.
But also because I am dead tired and all out of chicken patter. No one told me that last night was scheduled for a wake fest. As in awake. As in All. Night. Long. From 10 p.m. to 3 a.m. it was the CE’s post-surgical shoulder screaming at him. From 3 a.m. onward it was, (since I can never be outdone) my own symphony of searing nerve pain, like a never-ending caterwaul in the night, like a downed electrical wire that sizzles and growls, like the throbbing hum of a badly tuned electric guitar. (It does not help at this point to read that, according to a study cited in the New York Post, your brain actually may “start to eat itself when you are overtired”).
They say nerve pain is all in your head. Literally. The body’s alarm system going awry, screaming Mayday! Mayday! and etching the signals deep into the neural pathways, belting out a chorus that never ends. Fell into a brief sleep just after I heard the first crow call and briefly dreamed that a hundred guests arrived at my house for a party as I was getting ready to take a shower. Without any pants on. Yeah, that dream. Woke with a start. Thank God for coffee.
Feeling just a teensy bit sorry for myself – and then I stepped outside. It is that glorious time of year here again when the jacarandas bloom. Once a year is not too often to post these pics, right?
Nothing like it to wash away those morning blues. I feel better already. Happy weekend!