threeplusfire | (no subject)

I slept til two in the afternoon, remarkably late. Well, excluding waking up at 11 and making my way to the bedroom to sleep still more. It felt good, in a way my sleep has not in some many months. True rest, sweet and warm.

Now I cook rice, and contemplate cleaning. Melynda threatened me with violence if I did not go out tonight, even though I hate the last night of a year. We shall see. Gene is off somewhere else, and the house is empty after the mass exodus to Dallas.

I can still feel the dream, the echoes of last night, and I cried when I checked my email.