The Humming

Salutations Dear One's,

Today is 16 January 2014, and I wish all a good day, good night and greetings. My dearest Kin Folk and Kindred, today has been a bit like this ...

... when the temperature in our lodge fell to 65 F., and the weather outside my North yard and pool area hit the forty's, I started to think about heat, For sure because the weather is fighting to be in the forty's out there as my thermometer on the window ledge next to my safe place, was hovering in the low forty's, mighty close to that 39F degree mark. I think to myself, is this really our Winter moving in? Will I have to hit click that heater on? I'm not sure, but Barbara, what's a boy to do? Last night right about 2030 the sky emptied a torrential rain. It is a positive thing we had what amounted to a flash pouring of rain. Just as unknown, unnoticed, and unseen clouds passed over our roof and trees, this cold water, watered a thirsty yard. Thank you Great Spirit, for this wonderful gift of water to a parched Earth Mother. It is understood that we have had the driest year in a dreadful long time. Pray, I say for more. Please?

An hour or so ago my muscles and bones, neck and shoulders, fingers and my toes, were screaming in painful agony. If there were a medic near by, it would've been necessary to admit I was on the verge of shaking a bit more than just the hair from my balding scalp. My dear Afro-less globe of a thick-ass-skull. The pains and sounds in my ears intensified sharply and there was a very loud hum, a hum that came from my left deaf ear. It seemed. It really sounded something like this, but loud, as if stuck and went like, 'hummmmmmmmmmmmmm'. So damned loud it was. Just the damned sound, right. No rumbling, no vibrations to cure the mad thoughts racing through my damned mind's. These occur at will and are not unusual as I was listening to what sounded like a Sherman Tank outside my safe place's window panes and window. For shits sake, so loud that it was convincing in some parts of my brain. I share that I am living on twenty two hours of no sleep. My mind is not scattered, but is working on over time. No doubt, and I know these sound episodes are here to stay. Oh well, I smile with eyes shut.