Salute to Past Sunday's Diversions

Yesterday started with high hopes of staining my deck before the winter closed us in.  Then, the office printer stopped, without preamble, working. So I had to sort that out; then I had to resort to reading the printer documentation to set it up to do my will. In that process, I discovered something else had gone amiss with my Firewall, so I followed that down, fixed it, and presto; I lost control of my wireless mouse.  

Do try one day, for grins and giggles, to try commanding your computer operations without the help of a mouse.  Yes, there are DOS commands that are comprised of combined key strokes that work splendidly; just as there are formulas for calculating the volume of water in a lake. Point being I've forgotten both.

   So after spending more time on unexpected side-lining events, I  realized that I lost the initiative. The day was already half spent; my plans would have to wait.  Then, I stumbled onto this little piece I penned, just so happens, the LAST time I stained the deck.  Life really is a course of circles.  Imagine that?  I like.....totally forgot the pain from the last deck effort.

Totally

Well, until about mid-morning today that is.

Got the stuff under the deck in its proper place, watered the new plants; even re-seeded the crescent of earth where the sink hole used to be.  Then like a plutocrat descending on a neglected citizen, I felt the reins of power pull me abruptly from my TODO list. 

It was Jackson Browne's voice in my head, rising in volume from the background of my mind...

'Runnin on...'

"Where's that coming from?"  I looked around but I knew better, I knew the source.

'...running on empty..'

I tried to shake it off, maybe something to eat?  It doesn't work.

'...runnin on..'

I attempted to ignore it, focus on something that wouldl keep me moving, I had to keep moving, my success depended on moving...it was dream like, the air like water, like transparent Jell-O, impeding my advance, I grasped for anchor, nothing to hold on to, nothing to help.

'...running blind'

my plight increased, ached overwhelming, tackling me, legions of midgets squirming and squeaking in my ears, on my leaded limbs, I tried to resist them, too many, I thought  I'm fighting, delaying them, but it was no use, dragging me towards the couch

'...running on into the sun, but I'm running behind'

My struggle dissolved, I collapsed into a nap..

So history repeated itself and I took a nap…how was your day?