Early morning, the dawn approaches with the shadows stealth, its too late, I am fully awake. No surprises here. Got a day of errands coming in quietly. Pay checks to be cashed, tire to be bought, critter feed to acquire, who knows what else? Not feeling especially communicative this morning but have to have something to do, the inside critters chose to throw a frolic a bit earlier that connected to my brain with sound. Then, the inside of me chose to need a response, that had to be tended to. Annoying nasty habit, I could live without it, some things cannot be ignored. The temps allow tee shirts here, long sleeves are secondary as I sit out doors for my morning meditations. Well, not at this moment actually. In a bit, quiet time is very important to me. It allows my thoughts to be off the leash, you know what I mean, via your own interpretations. Yes, I have seen others create 'conceptional fiction' here, that is not a problem for me, The National Enquirer is based in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida if such employment is desired; I choose to be separate from such, could not stumble to such. I comprehend that I am in a separate reality, but its mine and there is no returning to yours, that was never allow to me in the first place. I have no experience being normal. Is this a blessing or a curse? That is not the question of this hour, what is that question, you will have to ask those whom have control of the reality buttons, not me.