Maybe this proves I can not only sleepwalk but sleepthink.

This morning around twelve thirty I had a puissant impulse to write poetry. I couldn’t sleep so I thought, what the hemorrhoid! So I got myself a piece of paper and a writing instrument and began, and here is a snippet from what poured out of me at 12:43 am:

For so long you have been in the atmosphere,
Drifting slowly to another place in time
Reaching far up to the particles in space
Slowly do they then combine.
Show me now or show me then
What does lie within the thin,
of your thoughts?
Dare I ask you again?

You’ve become a cloud
Meeting up with love abounds.
Shooting stars and distant suns
Revolve around your little ones.
Through it all I see that you,
In a different world have moved
And live a life as pleasurable as mine,
Though you have much less than I.

Ten wild bucks to whoever can post an on topic comment first.

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I have been extremely busy working on this crazy patchwork design and so far out of the many hours I have been at it, I have only managed to sew 20 patches. I think I need to stop using the fancy design stitches a return to normal.
This weekend my next door neighbor has asked me a favor, and that is to take care of their American Eskimo for a few days while they visit Canada. Although it’s a miniscule summer job, I was glad to get it because they have a very nice backyard that is fun to sit in. They also have rows of raspberries, strawberries and peas, as you see here:

It goes back all the way to that far tall tree, and on the left in that dark area is a small tunnel that goes back all the way to the other side of their yard. (they live on a two acre lot, that’s big for a coldasac)