Today my brain is all scrambly.
I had the morning at home, and I have done absolutely nothing. I didn't put up the clothes. I didn't find my Don't Spit bag. I didn't make that phone call I needed to make. Either of them. I ate some food and took a bath, read a minute, cuddled with the kitties and paced the house. I have a headache and I had nightmares all night. I woke up to the radio making a Jethro Tull reference. I have cried a little bit. I've listened to classic rock. My head is really hurting, but I don't want to take medicine for it. The rain and hail have eased up just in time for me the leave the house. (thanks, big G). I am thankful for the down in all my up these days cause it means I'm not a robot. I need to feel this scramble as much as I can and live in in it a bit instead of putting it aside. It is probably about Dad and life and being tired and my body keeping on wanting to shut down. Today is therapy and then a wedding (with time in between to recover) and this weekend will be busy but fun.
I think I will listen to this on repeat on the train:
Mama told me, when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely, to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Ohh take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come, and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
And maybe some day you'll love and understand.
Baby be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(chorus)
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
--Simple Kind of Man, Lynyrd Skynyrd
