As I sit in the spouse's office watching his screen saver make goofy fluorescent tentacles float across the screen of Big Mac, it strikes me that we have spent much of our marriage on the crests of different waves. It is 0236, and despite not drinking ANY caffeinated products today, I cannot get to sleep. Yes, I should have gone to the gym after work rather than going home and feeding the fish and turtles, but even if I HAD been more active today, I don't know whether I would actually be asleep right now.
Spouse is usually the one sitting up for hours after I have hit the rack, but not today. Right now he is sawing logs, most likely flanked by cats, while I sit in the dark composing this blog.
I am a little particle of water on the crest of the wave in one of my favorite Japanese woodcut prints like the one pictured above, while he is slumbering somewhere near the summit of Mount Fuji (or Fuji-san, for those more familiar with this classic volcano peak). Or maybe he is one of the guys in the tiny rowboats being thrashed back and forth by some troubling dreams......
Problem is that he doesn't usually remember his dreams, whereas I rarely go a night without remembering at least a snippet of one dream. That is, of course, when I am actually able to keep my eyes shut to have those dreams. Well, better give it another shot right now.
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Spouse is usually the one sitting up for hours after I have hit the rack, but not today. Right now he is sawing logs, most likely flanked by cats, while I sit in the dark composing this blog.
I am a little particle of water on the crest of the wave in one of my favorite Japanese woodcut prints like the one pictured above, while he is slumbering somewhere near the summit of Mount Fuji (or Fuji-san, for those more familiar with this classic volcano peak). Or maybe he is one of the guys in the tiny rowboats being thrashed back and forth by some troubling dreams......
Problem is that he doesn't usually remember his dreams, whereas I rarely go a night without remembering at least a snippet of one dream. That is, of course, when I am actually able to keep my eyes shut to have those dreams. Well, better give it another shot right now.
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