Mar 21, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries

A strange fit of yawning is afflicting me.
Can’t stop.
Even the word, “Yawn,” sets me off.
(The same thing with the word, “cold.”
I always, ALWAYS get cold when I hear or write the word.
Annoyingly, the opposite does not work.  When I write, “hot,” or hear it, I don’t get all heated up.  )
… This yawning has GOT to stop.
My face cannot stand it.  Feels as if it’s trying to push itself out of itself.
Yes, I know, I’ve got to go to sleep.  Wait!  Sleep?
Seriously?  At 9:40 p.m.?  That’s, like, early evening for me!
Meanwhile, the pup is passing the most horrid SBDs right now!  Silly thing!  (Must be all that good, natural pup food!)
My nose cannot stand it.
She lies like a dark, furry little rug on the floor, muscles completely relaxed, one foot, sorry, paw over the other, and tail stretched out.  Her pretty snout is long and sweet.
Her dark eyes open, check that I’m still there, then close.
She is a lovely, little (not so little at almost fifteen weeks) fuzz-bunny.
Everything always goes back to the great canine deity.
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