my giant brown eight legged friend, who resides on my porch, is busy at work at 10:49 at night. you see, her home was violently destroyed last night in the midst of turbulent storm. and now she meticulously and instinctively rebuilds without any evidence of arachnid hesitation. i noticed this sad happening when i came home to my home this afternoon. i was so used to seeing that giant dewy web that stretches half way across my porch. then when i didn’t see it, i was sad. i was sad for her. mais voila, she pushed through reestablishing what she knows best in hopes of trapping a tasty treat to reward her laborious efforts.
and here i sit, rewarding my laborious efforts with the tasty treat of cheez-its. since my last post, i have been eating as if i had been fasting my whole life. i guess i’m doing this as a reaction to knowing what it feels like to really be hungry and to really be thirsty to the point that it drives you to the loopy side. but as any non denominational practitioner, i do as i want. and what i want is cheez-its. actually some more isn’t a bad idea at all.
