Extra Day Off

Just for the record, given the previous title, the door seldom slams. It's almost always when when the kids are here and I guess they forget I sleep a few feet from the front door. This morning, my alarm woke me. After I his snooze for the third or fourth time, I remembered it may be a holiday and I checked the internet and sure enough, my offices are closed today. I went to the bathroom, drank some water, and fell asleep for another three hours. Such sweet sleep, the extra three hours. Maybe I should get a holiday calendar, or at least check my phone calendar, before I turn on my alarm, aye? I fell asleep in the recliner though, so when I crawled into bed about 3 AM, I wasn't checking anything but the pillows lol.

The wonderful feeling of sleeping in, the extra three hours of sleep, the feeling of extra time to do anything I please today (except shop for that dang elliptical, cuz stores are closed, I think lol). Instead of writing, though, which I was excited about a little while ago, I turned on the TV and indulged some mindless observation of humans acting out the human delusions that dominate most human lives. I mused over the deeper layer of irony (or planning) to cast a very multicultural cast with black leads and while that adds curiosity, especially since there has not been much, if any, racial references that usually accompany shows with black leads, it's either impressive or irrelevant, depending on your perspective. I wonder if they did that on purpose. Maybe it's the local NPR station that influences my perspective on race these days, but it sue is good to see a story where black people are not playing victim and acting like people, not constantly emphasizing their blackness, which is a form of racism too. Well beyond that layer, maybe the most attractive connection for the show is the lead female's body (what, superficial libido fantasies are not politically correct either? lol) cuz eye candy is often enough for me choose to watch a show more than once, at least for a little while, given the lack of originality, imagination, or interesting writing on TV, not to mention the boring conformity), but the Brooklyn pizza has to be tugging on my subconscious. Seriously. Yes, the foodie is that dominant, pizza is that important, and the personal memory of the best foodie experiences I've ever known may well be the biggest draw. I truly do not believe I want to move back there, but I definitely had a much much bigger and more rewarding social life, bigger financial success (and potential), more autonomy and responsibility in my profession, and the sense that there was a lot more intelligence around me, especially professionally (but also socially... or maybe it was the commonalities in the school system so many of the people living there shared and not any better actual education, maybe, but the awareness and social conscience and atmosphere of NYC is not like any anywhere in the world and I've always missed it), and I had all that without really trying up there (until I hermitized lol) and I did leave amazing love and devotion behind when I left (not devoted enough to come with, alas, but that ust be for the best as I would not have been happy conforming), and deeper stuff too.

See what I mean? A little extra sleep. I'll stop there for now, at least here in this brief blog, just to be irreverent, casual, cavalier, snarky, flippant, or shifts and giggles, or something like that.

Narf :)