Days

Hot day today. Mid-90's--supposed to have tied highest recorded temp for this date. I don't do too well with heat or with cold, so i spent a good portion sleeping--then decided to check out my meds--I think 3/4 of them (and that's approaching 12 or so--(actually i take a lot more than that, but not as consistently as i am supposed to) have a microscopic label on the side that say "may cause drowsiness"--hmmm, i wonder--fatigue and taking a handful of pills that may cause drowsiness, hmmmm again--maybe it's time to have annual long talk with doctor (appt scheduled next week).

A friend that seems to be available only on twitter--which i hate--twittered that her muse was unavailable and that she is having trouble writing. Yep, me too--but i have no doubt that my muse, my patient muse, is here but for whatever reason i can't hear her whispering as she breathes into my ear---her attempts to inpsire me--- "inspire" from the Latin word, means to "breathe into." i tried to listen to all sorts of music tonight, ranging from Glenn Miller to George Gerswhin, to the Allman Brothers in 1970 at the Fillmore East when Duane and all the original band was still alive, then to Jackson Browne and to the Eagles, Beth Hart, and Jeff Buckley---i guess i am nothing if not consistent--anyway, all that great stuff and nothing from me so far. Last night i wrote a two page poem but i don't think so--the "delete" button will probably get it. And it's late so i guess nothing tonight unless the muse decides to come in my dreams or in between or like a succubus, which come to think of it wouldn't in herself be bad--or maybe bad but oh so good.
peace
-will-