I am seriously stressing about work. Last night I couldn’t sleep… I got up, took some extra pills from my well-stocked pharmacy (the joy of chronic illness!), downed a glass of ice water, knocked a bunch of stuff over next to the bed and woke Richard up, adjusted the rotary fan to point right at me, fussed with pillows, read some more, finally drifted off…
I woke up this morning feeling like a moldy sack of last year’s potatoes. Richard had left early, having a business breakfast somewhere at 8am. I sat outside in the heat and wished I could go back to bed. I remembered the nightmares I’d been having before I woke up– I dreamed that the Aliens were here, and when I died they were going to claim my soul unless I was proficient enough in astral techniques to escape them. I knew I wasn’t, and was full of anxiety. Of course in my dream, death was imminent.
Outside, in real life, I sat in the back yard with another glass of ice water, watching chickadees flit through the top of the giant lilac tree in the back yard, which has long spent its blossoms. The shasta daisies are done blooming, are falling over; the lilies have shed their petals and are forming strange geometrical seed pods. The first dahlia flower opened today; it is pink and yellow. The grapes are swelling.
To add some color to this page (because everyone knows a book with no pictures is very boring), I’m linking a photograph of Iris Elton, a friend of a friend who is leaving for Florida this weekend to try out for the 8th season of American Idol. I took some headshots for her, and I was so, so pleased with the results. Iris is incredibly, startlingly photogenic.
Check this out:
You can see the rest of the shots she approved here. I’ve never been into American Idol, but Iris is such a sweetie that I am fully rooting for her. Best wishes to you, Iris!
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