Buzz, etc.

It is Friday which means that I have one more day of being on-call for work. One more day of lingering around home and not escaping into the off-grid woods. I at least put my feet in the grass today and thought about the shark in the grass in Florida post Hurricane Ian. I buzzed in many ways today, being cold while working an unusual 2a-12p shift at home, in the incredibly hot shower that followed where I raised both palms directly to the hot shower-head, my hands and feet tingling, and of course the hot shower led to an itchy buzzing on the dry skin of my face. My mind buzzed with the gore and trauma of Netflix's final episode of "Dahmer" and it also buzzed while reading about living systems theory. My patience buzzed when attempting a chaotic walk with both dogs down our country lane. I didn't feel like being pulled so we turned around. Rather, I feel like doing the pulling. I want to pull a blanket over my head and pull the book mark from the book. I want to pull some socks on because I complain about cold feet but insist on having all the windows open. I want to pull my mouth shut because even though it's 7:00 pm, it's actually 11:00 pm for me, so I'm cranky. But I did put my feet in grass and thought of the hurricane and its creamy curves and frothy devastation. I'm sitting in the darkness of my dining room, all the lights off, no socks on, and oh, look at that sunset.