It started with never being warm

I never got Warm today. I wasn't Cold, but today never got Right. When the door opened at work, and evil, dark, clammy cold rolled in and engulfed me like a tear gas, threatening to kill me. I did not Like it, not at all, although I did not complain, because that's just not my thing so much.

Last night I slept well and I awoke at a decent O'clock this morning, enough so that there was time to eat, time to meditate, and time to leave The Boat in a lovely, cleaned-up state before I left for work. Coming home to such a lovely Cleaned-Up State at the end of the day makes me want to relax and be Happy, to bask in the accomplishments that surround me.

The dock lines are Just So, because I leave them Just So every day out of respect for The Boat, respect for the neighbors, respect for Doing the Right Thing because [boating], and I look at them every day when I return from work, satisfied that I am being responsible and mateeuurr and those kinds of things.

Inside The Boat we are all systems go and whatnot, Captain, with batteries charged, paraffin in the lamps, House Slippers at the ready, because that floor is cold, Propane full because we (Fernando & I) FILLED it the other day because that was fun and it felt like a REsponsible thing to do, what with me being all Captainy and whatnot and testing this accountability and REsponsibility thing out.

The {work} clothes were shed and dropped into the Don Henley, such that I have named the Dirty Laundry bag in an homage to 1982, warm clothes on, and those Slippers, and a New Book which is so cool, about an author who can't get another author out of his head, chuckle, (which is a Weird Word), and FLUMPF I drop onto the port Settee, as the bench is so-called here, and the smell of the Liquid Paraffin from the lamp is filling the air and is comforting to me, and the tea light glows whimsically (not such a Weird Word) in the Lotus Flower candle holder, no music, not a sound but some creeaaaaaks from the Dock Lines--SEE ABOVE--and little splooshes of water (probably not A Word at all) against the hull and the occasional SMACKEREL of a wave slapping against said hull, which Ave notices about as much as a Rhinoceros would notice a Flea ****not of the Chili Pepper sort.

The lighting is good, because I installed it. No, nay, "Nay," the lighting is AWEsome, because I installed it, and it works Every Time and is great for reading, which is a sport I enjoy playing. I have a pillow, all my pillows are feather pillows, and I have this Fat One that I don't sleep on because then my head would stick up at a weird angle Like This [ image in your head ], and this pillow is also AWEsome for squishing behind oneself for reading, which I do. Light on, warm clothes, book, settee, all so good. Commence chewing bottom lip that way that I do when I am stressed and Idon'tknowwhy. Perhaps a Commencement Address would be in Order.

The Boat, "Ave," Ave del Mar, Bird of the Sea, looks like she's ready for a highly-popular-yet-soulless sailing periodical to pop through the door for a photo shoot. My little fragile plant is alive (yay), the Books are lined up (yay), queued up if you will, in a basket on a shelf above my feet, peeking out from the corner is my Buddha (~om), always looking happy, and a brass lamp which I have polished to a shiny shine. Yet this foreboding "meh" shall not abate.

Captain?
Yes?
We've checked all the vital signs, Captain, and everything looks Good. A-Ok.
Poppycock. To the brig, yeoman.
I cannot do that, Sir, as I am just a voice in your head.
You are?
Yes.
Shyte.

The book is right [THERE] because i stopped reading it so I could write, which is always cathartic, a really Good Word, and I'm not really mad at the yeoman, I was mad at <me> because although I don't have much stuff I do have Stuff To Do and I was Thinking too much and sometimes Listening too much to too many people and Analyzing too much, and you can really talk yourself into a Spiraling Shyte Storm pretty easily if you might be the type to be prone to Thinking Thoughts about Stuff.

But I think it started with never being warm.