It’s almost 5am. My cup of tea is cooling to a tolerable temperature.
I know that as we age we need less sleep, but 11pm until 12:14 … that’s just silly!
Still, I got some thinking done – about art, about subjective and objective perception of time, about the Church and its failures, about love … once I’d have thought about sex, but I don’t care enough anymore to do so.
Uova Alla Napoletana Never cold muesli with banana – Rather an espresso heart-starter, Then Pancetta Affumicata With eggy sauce made with tomato That’s the best breakfast at Mercato Uova Alla Napoletana.
” Mercato” is a cafe/bar/Italian grocery in Campbelltown South Australia… a favourite Fox coffee and food venue.
(I penned this ditty several years ago – I don’t think I have published it before – if I have, here it is again)
The remarkable activity that is blogging allows us to share the wonders of our wisdom with all those people out there, wherever they may be – wonders that they may have spent their whole lives not knowing they had missed.
For instance, just this morning I got into the shower with my spectacles on. Oh, those first few moments of panic, when you think “have I gone blind?”– “is this the way the world ends?” Like Lou Reed would say, “O, O, O, O, O, O, O, what a feeling!”
Now here we are at 7am. It’s February – the hottest month (except it’s not – that was December and January this season). Yes, the hottest month was two months. Sweating on top of hot sheets in the gentle breezes of the quietly humming fan. I sweat and twitch, too well bred to exercise weakness of character by turning on the air-conditioner.
Besides, with the air-conditioner working, the windows would be closed, and who can sleep with the windows closed? – with the walls pressing in in the darkness – with the night taking on a threatening solidity, unknown ghosts of midnight invading and whispering and chuckling in the closed oppressive gloom – who could sleep in such darkness?
The galahs were disturbed all night last night – quarrelling sleepily in the trees. Even the birds are tired of Summer changes. It’s the changing climate you know.
I might pop out soon for coffee and breakfast. Even in times of uncertainty there are cafes. “O, O, O, O, O, O, O, what a feeling!”