last night was overworked and overstimulation and trying to balance the two (in addition to a million other things) and staying up far too late. when finally attempting to sleep, funny thoughts would enter my brain. a re-occuring one that i found beautiful, as my cat was awkwardly and stunningly balancing on a small part of my leg:
“no wonder cats are all so bored by us– they used to be tightrope walkers in their past life.”
precariously dazzling crowds in big tops… the vision stirred around in my brain for awhile, and maybe finally lulled me to sleep with a smile on my face.