June 11, 2011
Rise and Despair

Hi,

On Wednesday I was victim of a rude awakening at 5 a.m. when the curtains fell down. Actually they didn't just fall down. They were torn down. The metal brackets holding the rod were twisted until the metal sheared right in half. It must have happened all at once. The rod made a terrible crash. I half jumped out of bed and toppled to the floor banging my head on the parquet (that's the type or style of flooring in the bedroom). The sun hadn't even risen yet, though I suppose it was close. I had been in the throes of a nightmare, but I immediately couldn't recall what it had been about. I have to guess that the rapid hammering of my heart was more to do with the crash and the fall, but I cannot say for certain.

I wish it had picked a different night to do that... you know, since the ghost obviously felt the need to do it any way. I'd been awake until after 1 a.m. working, prepping, and yes, I'll admit it, worrying about a big meeting at work in the morning. I don't sleep well with lights on, so the downed curtains didn't instil me with any confidence for sleep. I left the curtains on the floor, left the alarm clock on, and went down to the living room couch and tried to get another hour's sleep. I set an alarm on my phone too in case I didn't hear the alarm clock all the way upstairs. Didn't matter any way. I rolled back and forth on the couch for several minutes before I gave in and got up. I felt like you know what all day. The meeting was a train wreck, or maybe I should more accurately say that's what my work efforts look like. This is the worst quarter in the history of worst quarters. I'll be lucky if I don't get a pink slip soon. Dark Rhoads indeed...

Tags: alarm clock, business, crisis, failure, ghosts, nightmares, psychokinesis, sleep, worry.