Happy Sigh!

Days Walking - 31

It's another rest day. Ahhhhh.

Kato - you want to hook me up with virtual dap?
Is that sort of high-tech hair gel?
Your input does not compute, help!

Long relaxed sigh.
I woke up this morning completely at peace. Whatever has been tormenting my spirit is gone, (or back in hiding is more likely).

But there was something odd about this morning. I woke up on my left side, facing the wall of the shelter. I felt warm and safe and protected.

I just rode the glow for a few seconds, and then I realized that Church was spooned softly up against me.

I bit my lip. It was very comfy, but I did not remember inviting her to come over for a sleepover, as it were. I kinda pressed back with my butt (the universal mannerism for 'ok Babe, I'm done spooning now) but she didn't stir.

So I rolled away, into the cold cold snow wall, and turned over. She opened her eyes for a second and then closed them again.

"Hey." She said.

"Hey." I replied. "What was the snuggling thing about?" I asked softly, carefully, scanning my memory for illicit acts. Snogging? Lesbian Sex? No... Nothing... I hadn't had any alcohol last night, so. Yeah.

"Oh that." She murmured, rolling over, away from me. "You were having some freaky nightmare. Remember? You were like, whimpering."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Thanks." I said, and vacated the shelter ASAP.

I don't remember having any freaky nightmares, and I don't remember gettin my cry on, and I don't remember inviting her to cuddle. Not that she claimed I invited her. It's sweet that she did the kind and thoughtful thing, but unsettling that I don't remember it.

Blinking, bleary, frowning.

Should I tell her that for future reference, spooning should be agreed upon in writing? Or just accept the thoughtful gesture for what it was? I mean, it's not like I woke up to find her naked in my sleeping bag with me. In separate bags, and clothed we were. Hmm.

Gotta admit, I DO feel much happier today. I don't know if it was wrestling with (and defeating) my inner demons or blood sugar or hormones or what, but life is good. Grinning.

HaAHa Hee Hee! Lucas still has not come forward with his blog, (give it up, brah!) but he did send me a funny mp3. (For best results, save the file, then play it. If you try to stream it, might sound jerky.) It seems Lucas used a voice synthesizer program, and plugged some of my blog text from a few days ago.

Sounds pretty damn good, considering it's a computer talking. Mebbe Marina can use it to make mp3's for y'all. (The question is, how many people will listen to me ramble in an mp3? One? Maybe two? Who really has the patience? Votes?) But yeah, pretty good quality! I thought they all still sounded like Stephen Hawking.

Yo, Stephen! I loved A Brief History of Time! You are the Alton Brown of Space/Time! But come on my man, upgrade the voice box. It's the 21st century. Hey Lucas, you forgot to tell me which voice synth program you used. And how much it is. And where Marina can buy / download it. Don't be a tease.

Kevin, wow - thanks for opening up the blog. I didn't mean to pry into your private life, I was just being curious. Your precious little one is the cutest munchkin I've seen in a long while! She looks mischievous! She'll be a heartbreaker.

Anneli noticed the clean clean spotless pan I had conjured from its layers of funk, and held it for all to see, like some kind of arcane relic rescued from the Evil Wizards castle. You know, the kind that heal the village and bring prosperity to all the realm. She stuck it under everyone's nose and proclaimed This Is What A Clean Pot Looks Like.

Being something of a hardass on the best of days, Anneli can get away with that sort of thing without seeming like a bitch, as I would. I didn't even prompt her! It made me happy that I didn't have to be a voice of dissent at the next meeting. I really prefer to be my upbeat self.

Thanks for all your advice on how to deal with my frustrations, My Homies!

Litany Webb, signing off

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