night friday

its night, Friday and I have foraged through pumpkin soup with orzo, and some godawful tofu sausage just because I need some protein. My Russells ate better tonight. But it is dark, and dank, and I just want to crawl into bed and read. I do not know at all how the Inuit do not starve to death in the Arctic, In Oregon when it is the darkest part of the year, I just want to hunker down and do nothing. Hibernation makes sense. Sometimes I feel like I am a sailor, under the icepack in a sub for 6 weeks and only come up for air on the internet. So, I will figure out how to work this blog, and join the 25th century finally, now that all the civilized world has designed, posted, sold books and small countries on this phenomena. Off to sulk.