confessions of a rock star

meeting of the minds

off guard and unawares

the twilight of my sleep
5:10 amVery loud music interrupts my dream about me trying put fuzzy caterpillars back into a test tube in a hospital hallway. The caterpillars were unwilling. One tried but got stuck half in and half out. The rest attempted to make a run for it.5:11 amMusic still blaring.5:11:30 amB: Rolling over toward the nightstand and slapping at the alarm.Me: That’s some fancy song you’re playing.B: (Nothing.)7:00 amMe: I wonder if B is still here. (Little did I know then that I received my first email from B’s office at 6:15 am)7:01 amMe: zzzzzzzzzzzz7:15 amAsh: Good morning, Mommy.

a plot to take over the world
To All Comrades in Arms:Yesterday our home-front mainframe was overtaken by a diabolical and extremely invasive mutant-space virus. Our frontline firewall and two anti-virus protective shields failed in the face of, I’m sorry to say, a far superior technology. This malevolent alien hacked through our entire system assuming command and disabling environmental controls. All was not lost. Most personnel and data were already safely stored off-site, keeping casualties low. It was through the self-sacrifice of a few brave scribes, email we call them, that any residual data made it to the escape pods and saved.When the dust settled in the aftermath of the initial onslaug

Ahhhhh
I love my bed. Every night I pull back the covers, stack my pillows just so for the optimum comfort and then sink deep into my bed. “Ahhh.” Sometimes it’s, “Ohhhh. Nice.” And for those nights when fatigue has come upon me and words fail, it’s more of a “Ahnnnnzzzzz.”For as much as I love my bed, I spent precious little time there last night. Sometime after the “Ahhh,” and my arrival at sleepytown, the girl called out a terse, “Mama!” I bounded out my bed to find her wandering in circles in her room.“Are you okay?”“Yes,” she says still walking in circles.“Do you need to go potty?”“No.”“Did you have bad