“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 792 (Tuesday) – kimono and cayenne

The variable nature of time is playing with me again. This time, the workdays are flying by. There hasn’t been a lot of time to analyze the situation, but the consideration that was paid to it revealed a few potential clues.

There is a suddenly robust work list, much of it on a tight timeline. There is also the newest twist to the sleep situation which involves sleeping pretty well through the night, but with bizarre dreams and suddenly bolting awake at 5:00 am. Upon awakening, it’s a head scratching moment of “huh?” before the dreams fade and are forgotten.

One exception to forgetting the dreams was the other morning. That memorable dream involved me being contracted to appear on SNL in a walk-on role. Totally nude. The weirdest part of the dream was that my fear was not about appearing on stage naked, but instead, not finding my robe when I was done. And not my “normal” purple fuzzy monstrosity of a bathrobe, but a blue kimono style robe bought from a thrift store in Tennessee where it was found amongst the bathrobes and now lives in a place of protected honor in a wardrobe bag in the closet. 

I was also wondering in the dream what colossal error resulted in me being chosen for such a gig instead of whatever legitimate actor was supposed to have, and more importantly, actually wanted the job.

During the day, the weird dreams are replaced with new and random min-panic attacks, but breathing is overrated anyway, and a racing pulse is exciting, right? So what if it’s happening while sitting at a desk and not while on a roller coaster. Then suddenly, the work day is done, if not necessarily the work, and I’m scrambling to shut down the programs and the computer and call it a day.

Hopefully, this new rhythm will break soon. In other hopeful potential breaks to patterns, the latest gardening suggestion, courtesy of a friend, has been attempted. The Columbine, protected by the plastic fork pointy fortress, now has reinforcement. A protective perimeter ring has been sprinkled around the plant, made of cayenne pepper. Of course, “cayenne pepper” is always followed in my head by, “and onn-yonn” in the voice of some TV actor for some Cajun spice something or other a million years ago. 

These are the recent entertainmenys. Or I’m just delirious from new early awakenings and weird dreams.