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Posts tagged “Sleep

In the zoo.

 

We are part of a huge zoo, the human zoo, and we’re all on exhibit every day.

Whoa…tired…feeling philosophical.  I should probably just try to sleep.


Sleepy time

I know it was Mother’s Day today, but I saw this Father/Son duo and couldn’t help but snap the photo.


Smooth and beautiful

That’s it.  That’s all there is to say.

Have a nice sleep.


Trouth moubles; or, how did I survive the day?

I can’t explain it tonight.  I barely survived the day.  I’m sneezing.  I’m tripping over words.  I feel like I haven’t slept in a month, yet I know I’ve been sleeping well enough.  Well, not enough.

Twice today I started to speak words that were coming out incorrectly.  I feared, for a minute or two, that I was having a stroke.  The feeling passed in and out throughout the day.  I think the year-end is finally settling in on my brain and the remaining four and a half weeks might be interesting.

I need to go mark some stuff, so wish me luck.  And sleep.  Wish me sleep.

Oh, and here’s some flowers and stuff.  Whatever.  Sleepy…


I’m tired. Will you accept a Black and White photo of a mountain and marsh?

I had parent-teacher interviews tonight, and I’ve not been home all day, but I wanted to post this.  It is absolute crap weather outside and at the rate we’re going it should be sunny sometime around October.  Also, maybe I can get some solid sleep by then.

Anyway, I’m rambling and need to sleep.

Here’s the photo.  Sleep well.


Late night post…oops

Here’s a post that’s super-late.  We had a dance at the school tonight and I’ve been home for five minutes.  I don’t want to miss a post this year, so here’s the late night post.  I wish I were able to write about this one because I really like this photo.  Maybe I’ll talk about it…zzzzzzzzzzzz…


I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.

105 degrees in the shade and I’m standing in the sun framing a photo of the (fake) Statue of Liberty at the forefront of the (fake) New York City skyline.  The only thing real is this photograph and the heat.  Everything else just thinks it is what it is.

Sorry, I’m watching the first episode of the third season of Lost and I’m feeling very metathink right now.  Jack and Sawyer and Kate are just coming to grips with the fact that they know nothing about the island on which they’re stuck.  What if the island is really where we live and we’re just Jack or Kate or Sawyer and we really don’t know anything and…I think a good sleep would help right now.

Is that a polar bear?  Eep!