1st off a dream woke me up. I was happy it was daylight. There was something in the dream I wanted. Whatever it was I needed daylight or I’d lose it.
After clearing my blurry eyes enough to see, I sat up. My thinking cap clicked on & I thought about my situation which hasn’t changed in 20 years. I know what doesn’t work & that’s a mighty long list. I might never know what does work…the how & way out of…erm…I’d like to say hell,but that’s reserved for those with terminal illness,those dying,those that have lost loved ones…yeah,death…that’s hell…that’s where the road ends & the music stops.
I struggled out of bed & noticed a stack of my journals splattered everywhere. My bad…I slammed into the table last night upon entering my bedroom. I will collect & stack those journals later.