Off With Their Heads

I need sleep.  Mom had another "spell" last night, the house ablaze with light, she in the kitchen in pain.  After that, I had trouble getting back to sleep.  My mind is too active with trouble.  I had to get up early and get my mother up so that we could be out the door by 7:30.  

"Where are we going?"

"You are having blood drawn."

"No. . . they are going to lay me down on a table face down." 

"No.  You are getting blood drawn.  That's all.  It won't take five minutes."

"Where are we going?"

An hour's driving in morning traffic for a five minute blood sample. Jesus, does everybody work now?  They sure as shittin' don't know how to drive.  They need to make it much, much more difficult to get and keep a driver's license.  There definitely needs to be an IQ portion of the test.  Fuck me.  I live in a world of morons.  Lilliputians.  I've never liked reading Jonathan Swift, but I've had to, and just now, I'm starting to appreciate him.  

Last night, republicans lost.  

"Foul!  Election interference!!!"  

Don't worry, kids, King Trump will fix it.  They opened up a museum to honor him in Egypt, you know. For the first time ever, King Trump's Tomb is on display, gold fixtures and all.  

When I brought my mother home, I put on some '50s music and started making breakfast, avocado toast with an egg on top.  And as I cooked, much to my very great surprise, I began dancing.  I danced as I used to.  My body moved and my knee didn't hurt.  I'll dance away the fat, I thought.  I will!

Then I got a text from my carpenter.  

I thought they were done.  Fuck me.  When they finish, I am getting a new roof.  Then I will paint the house myself.  Don't want to, but I am going broke.  Need to mulch the drive and get new granite for the others.  Garden is a shit mess.  I am tearing out the 30 year old coir carpet under which there is only a sub-floor.  I want to replace it with oak or pine.  After cleaning my mother's carpet and looking at the dirty water, I am certain that carpets are death.  

So. . . sleep won't come, the whole night through. 

And other thoughts both terrible and terrifying and wonderful and puzzling. 

I wrote half another post this morning before I had to leave, and I will save that for the morning.  Here is what I had originally planned for the day, though.  Picture and music.  

But that moment has passed.  And hel'ls bells, man. . . I didn't even know it was a Sinead O'Connor song.  Whatever.  Off with their heads.