Wet Wednesday

Talk About Waking Up in a Fog 

Part of the reason - a big part of the reason that I like working from home is that it's cozy.  It's home.  And though many of you have commented on the fact that I don't look like your average "homebody," I am. 

But like you, the sun usually comes pouring in my window prodding me to get up and get moving.  In fact my bedroom window faces the rising sun, so unless I install some blackout curtains, there's no escaping it.  That's fine, I'm not the type to sleep in late - although I have been known to get up, drink coffee and then decide to go back to bed for a nap, especially when it's cold and rainy and foggy - like it is this morning.

The other thing clouding my brain this morning is that I had this really racy dream that had to do with NF and I wanted to wake up and blog about it.  And although it seemed like exactly the type of dream most of you would have wanted a front-row seat for, I'll be damned if I can remember it now. 

It really pays to have a pen and paper next to your bed to write down your dreams (even if they're practically illegible once you're awake).  Writing down your dreams can tell you a lot about what's going on in your life, and sometimes they're absolutely prophetic, but since my move, I've failed to put my room back to it's former comfy self with all the little things I like to have on hand. 

My original intention was to "de-clutter"  my life of all those little pieces of paper and unfiled ideas, but I've come to the conclusion that that's who I am - those little idea notebooks and little statues given to me by friends and family are like having my memories right in front of me every day.  So today, I'll be unpacking the last three boxes of my move - the one's marked "Unimportant."  What ever made me think they were unimportant?  They're actually the most important.  Things like the little satin heart someone stole for me while they were at Build-a-Bear.  Yes, even stolen items can be treasured possessions.

As for that dream, I'm working on recalling it.  Maybe after coffee number 2, the electrolytes my start firing off again.  For now I'll remain in my cozy, blissful, foggy state - it suits me.  C'mon, admit it, most of you wouldn't mind spending a little time with a girl who is wearing nothing more than a short little nighty and who is totally devoid of all brain function.  I think that would equal what's come to be affectionately called, "mindless fucking."  Oooh, I cursed; a quick, corrective spank on the ass will cure me of that ... SMACK ... there, all better.

Wednesday Night
In the meantime, I plan on being around on NF tonight, so if you're reading this I hope you'll find the time to call.  Look for me around 8:30/9:00 PM (East Coast).  Send me an email on NF that reads, "Read your blog," and I'll send you a few free minutes. 

Oh and a short note about emails.  It's a good thing - email - it keeps us in touch and it can even be good for coming up with a scenario before a call, but I should tell you that I don't have a lot of time to read long emails and respond in kind.  It's hard to answer emails while talking on the phone - at least not if you all want me to pay attention to you while on the phone.  As most of you know, I like to give my callers my undivided attention.  So if my responses are short and sweet, don't think I'm being snooty - that's not my style.  I try to respond to all of my emails (at least the ones that are written in English, take under a few minutes to read and don't involve things that are against "The Rules" of NF).   So be a good emailer and try to keep them relatively short (and naughty is cool too).  Thanks so much.