I have my surroundings as peaceful as possible. There is White Sage from California burning and smoking softly to my right. All access to the Lodge is locked and secured and our hounds stand attention twenty four hours a day. My windows are Blessed and at each seal is a Crystal or two.
Since tea, I've thought I would sit here and be productive with my mind and fingers rather than hit the sofa or bed. That's why I'm here at the moment. Really.
This is also assisting in me staying awake while above water. I don't want to sleep while I'm here in Aqualanta. Hey, I don't want to sleep, so I come here to listen to Motor-Booty Affair, by Parliament. Sometimes some Funk is required to Funktion. It works it's way down my One Ear Hole to my Brain...
...I have been a Mother Funker since the Early 1970's. Heey-Ho...
Anyways, I've been combating the sleep this day long and am knowing that Meniere's is a factor in my wanting to sleep so bad. I have had the Basket of Symptoms and have dealt the best possible with each one. As they present - I do what I must do.
Granted, much has been time asleep, but there's been awake times as well. At the moment, I am living and living in the skin I'm in...
...listening to the beeps, crickets and chopper's from the Vietnam War era..."whomp-whomp-whomp"! No there isn't no damned Florida 5-O out of doors and this is a neighborhood that gets "chopped", every once in a while - but there isn't any damned helicopters in the sky of my back yard. The beep's have been acting up in alot and always peculiar times. In and out of my One Ear Hole as well as the One that is Out Of Sound. For Pete's damned sake, I heard a "beep", sure as the day is bright, and we don't have any appliances that may have reason to beep. IDK...
...BUT, I did listen to one loud beep. Now, on the other hand the beeping has been going off like quick fire and unceasing at times. Maddening! Especially when it begins to sound like messages in Morse Code. With this recent operation, I have not a damned doubt that I'll be picking up more receptions and in a clearer state - based upon this Satellite Dish from Puerto Rico carved into/onto my skull. Why Hell, I'm already picking up signals from within North America and from without. As in the F.B.I., C.I.A., The K.G.B, and the U,K. On very special nights I am able to listen to African communications and the affairs of many.
I have had two shower's in past twelve hours. Potential for another. Just because I'm feeling a bit dirty from the sweats and perspiration's. My fresh bandanna is moist from this. The crown of my skull and head perspires right at this moment. There is the Velcro Strap that keeps my Glasscock around my head nice and real firm like. In case you did not receive the previous blog, the baseball catcher's cup that sits over the left deaf ear is called a Glasscock by its manufacturer. Some folks, like me, have dirty minds. Hell, I'm not gonna lie about it. Ha!!
Well then, I think I'll be off for a breathe of fresh air out of doors.
I am willing to do anything that will assist me in staying awake. Staying Alive.
Love, peace and more peace........me
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