Blue Mind

I just noticed some sunshine and blue sky for the first time in days, and it's a good thing. I dropped my cousin off at the airport in a thick fog, and I wondered if Los Angeles has turned into the rainy nightmare that T.C. Boyle described in one of his books that foretold the dire future of our planet with global warming. Perhaps not yet. We have much to do around these parts as both my boys are traveling to the east coast next week to visit my parents. I am tired. I woke up this morning quite suddenly at 3:45 am by the sound of buzzing or a thump or maybe even both. I sat up and grabbed my phone, but it wasn't a call so I lay back down and wondered if there had been an earthquake but when I checked the internet (Los Angeles earthquakes in the Google bar), there hadn't been one since 1:00 am that morning. Earthquakes happen all day long everywhere on the planet -- did you know that? The early hours of the morning are ripe with metaphor, but I've pledged to avoid it -- the making of metaphor -- and sit in what's around me, illusion or not. Sophie was still breathing, the dog's collar clicked on the floor when she lay her head down, the air conditioner kicked on, and I, convinced that something had happened or was going to happen didn't go back to sleep until 5ish or so. Nothing has happened, and as things always go, the music playing on my Amazon Sound Cloud is the above.