Insomnious Blathering

Sometimes the energy required to engage in my daily duties wears me down.  The simplicity of the mountain beckons me and I must obey – else the emotive residual s gathered over the week will fester into something dark and ugly.  So like Alice and the ‘looking glass’ I step through to the other side to share stories with the Walrus about many important things i.e. cabbages and kings.  And the darkness will wash over me as it always does – and I will return renewed.

It is very late.  And I am obviously near delirium.  But the condition of sleep mercilessly evades me (again).  It is my own fault – I have been very remiss in my exercise regimen – so much that I can hardly call it a regimen.  So my mind, fueled by excess blood sugar, continues to process late at night despite my having 'clicked' shutdown.  Hopefully the weekend adventures will rekindle the workout energy, and hopefully the following week’s daily toil will not drain me of the energy needed to climb up onto my stairway to nowhere (the Stairmaster) ---- the end-all, be-all burner of a day’s residual blood sugar.