TIRED

I am so tired today.

Did my body get used to the few ounces of coffee I'd been giving it lately? Did I let myself fall too far down the rabbit hole of dreams this morning before giving in to the dictate of my alarm?

A black-winged bug is walking on my window. Whenever it takes flight it spreads it's unspectacular wings and surprises me with a flash of its bright-red body.

Now there is a ladybug on my window, because I was reminded of a ladybug; and maybe I'm still in a dream.

I went to look at the bug closer and its wings are spectacular, more so than its body. This bug seems to me the inspirer of geometric tribal design.

It is a beautiful spring day outside, a warm spring day. Don't ask me about it, I thought it was January. I feel like I should have more energy on such a day: not cold or dark enough to hibernate, not hot or bright enough to be exhausting. Perfect energy weather. And yet...

It's four thirty and I've been tired since I woke up at 8... whatever-it-was when I stopped pushing snooze. I guess I should succumb - lie down and finish my book. Mothers, don't be jealous, I wish I were one of you.