Someone is calling.

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I received a call on my cell phone, and two or three calls on my landline. Of course I could not wake up enough to answer them. I could not have heard the calls on my landline, and yet, I know I heard at least one. The fan drowns out all such noises. Further, I dream heard the others. Someone is trying to call. I hope the news is not as bad as I think it is. It is the notion that bad news is on the way which woke me in spite of having gone to bed so very late. I was up a few more hours after that last post. It hurt, I mean hurt, my heart to wake. But I could not sleep. That particular pain is gone, I am awake, it is just 10:00. Who knows, maybe it was all a dream.

I cannot quite get my mind wrapped around what I am doing. I had breakfast quickly, as that tends to raise the chances that I will remain awake. I put on more than a robe, also increasing the likelihood of staying up. And, after doodling my noodle with morning fare, I will take a shower. Little things all add up to successes it seems. But the call.

My phone, and the company that offer it, are good. But they are funky. No modern phone I have owned is without problems. The call I received on my cell indicated a number from Iowa, with a code from where I moved from. But the number was not familiar. My phone also indicated that I received a message. Checking my messages resulted in finding no new messages, however. I am not sure if whoever called hung up upon getting there, if the message is lost now for a day or two, or what. As I said, funky. And funky when it is inconvenient, quite often. Something about Murphy's Laws. Well, that and having cell phone programming done in India at $1 an hour.

What am I doing today? I know I have an appointment this afternoon. Other than that, until I am sure where my butt is, both on my body and in the world, I doubt if I can figure out more. Passing gas helps, but I seem to be running dry this morning. Ouch! By the way, it hurts being awake right now. Aspirin might be needed just for the pain I am sensing more than feeling. Still, this might be the gate to being awake. I hope the news is not as bad as I suspect. Then again, it really might all be a dream. How could I hear the phone if I cannot hear the phone? Though I know I have that... ability. I always have. I hate that too, sometimes. Still, it is nice to never be surprised, or at least surprised so quickly that I cannot adapt.

Hey, I am going to do some things to try and wake up my inner ear, brain, and find my butt. Email me if you have a map with an X on it. My butt gets lonely in the nether. Good day.