is happening now.
In real time.
I was so disappointed this morning when I woke up to realize it was only Thursday.
I fell asleep on the couch last night and woke up just in time to get in bed before nine-thirty.
My body was convinced I was dead since I haven’t been in bed before midnight in months.
But I wasn’t dead … just exhausted.
And it isn’t even a full moon.
The Harvest Moon comes in September.
God help us all.
I have sleptwalked (is that even a word? I don’t think so, but I’m past worrying about vernacular correctness), twice this week and once, spent some time (how much time is still undetermined) sleeping in my back yard … not camping, as in sleeping bag, campfire, guitar player, roasting marshmallows, but …
On.
The.
Ground.
With the spiders and other things that creep in the night.
Never, I heartily assure you, is it a good feeling to wake up outside when you started out inside and then wonder how you actually made it to the yard without falling off the porch and breaking half the bones in your body.
I am, it seems, fairly agile in my sleep and maneuver as well or better as when I am awake.
I now have nightmares about my nightmares.
Scary.
And then …
I hit a deer on the way to work yesterday and in doing so, messed up my car enough to put it, for the moment, out of commission.
The deer, other than a probable bald spot (this deduction coming from the amount of deer hair on my car), seemed no worse for the wear.
It is the first time, ever, that I have hit a deer. It made me cry right before it made me puke.
Never mind that the deer jumped up, looked directly at me as though cursing me to hell and back then bounded over a fence, I was physically ill.
Twice.
The September raptor migration along the spine of Clinch Mountain is coming up and I need my convertible to completely enjoy the experience of driving up the mountain.
Top down.
Wind in my face.
Sun on my skin.
These are things that are of utmost importance to me.
My weekend warriorness (again, not a real work, but whatever) kicks into gear once Autumn gets here. Five A.M. never seems quite so early on Autumn Saturdays as it does when I get up during the week to go to work.
Go figure.
Two of my sweet little patients have passed away. It takes me about two minutes to fall in love with them.
I have said before I am too softhearted to be a nurse and yet … well, here I am.
I haven’t taken a photograph in over a week. Not because there hasn’t been anything to photograph, for each day offers something magnificent, but because …
I don’t even know. I don’t have a good excuse.
I am too tired to even try to come up with an excuse. Judging from the posts and messages from facebook friends and tweeps, I’m not the only one feeling the weariness.
It’s been a busy, busy, busy … well, you get the picture, week.
Ok, let’s be real here, a busy month.
My teacher family and friends are wishing they were, even now, at retirement age.
Talk about wishing your life away.
But even though I am exhausted, I am thankful.
I am more thankful than I am tired and that makes up for all the other stuff.
Most of the time, anyway.
Autumn is Southwest Virginia
Autumn in Southwest Virginia
Autumn in Southwest Virginia
A Photographer's Heart 