I want to go back to sleep, but I can't, even though I only slept maybe three hours and it is still dark. Now that I briefly surfaced from bitter dreams and got a peek of the world I can't sleep anymore because the terrible light of reality is blazing on me.
When Lori is awake and we've had breakfast she will go on Facebook, so early morning or late night is when I do most of my social networking. So I open the box of faces and they look up at me like flowers at the sun and send me their prayers, thoughts, positive thoughts and vibrations, hopes for the best, sympathy, compassion, faith, and loving emoticons. I welcome them all. <3 <3 <3
Later, maybe, its waiting rooms, maybe with a TV on one of those court room shows where the working poor seek justice in front of a national audience of unfortunates trapped in waiting rooms and living rooms with no exit.

At home I keep checking online news to see if things will get worse. Maybe Hurricane Irene will come and blow out our windows and soak our art. Maybe Rick Perry will become president and take away our Medicaid.
Life has become an unending storm watch.