It's the Intermission
A Creative Coffee Break

The last few weeks have been quite sleepless. Our Dog had nighttime diarrhea, and finally all-time diarrhea. I won’t go on about her flatulence, which was 100 times regular dog flatulence. Our Dog is some 13 years old, which physically compared to human years is like 72. It’s dog years and physical size that determine the comparison human years. The larger the dog, the older she is. Her doc has determined she’s got IBS. She seems to be on the right combo of food and meds for the moment, and she’s finally sleeping through the night.

Last Sunday, a 2-3 hour wind storm took down a ton of trees and power lines. We were without power until Friday. There’s many folks still without power. Not sure in retrospect what exactly caused such sleepless nights during the outage. I only know I didn’t sleep until Friday. Grocery stores and restaurants continued to function, neighbors looked out for each other, and our updated California earthquake kits came in very handy. We are not poor, infirm, or sick, and so the lack of power was not threatening to our lives in any way. You gotta keep at least one eye outside your own life, and see what’s happening around and beyond you.

I can’t write when I’m exhausted. Well, I could. It wouldn’t be any good. During these last few weeks, I’ve mostly made notes about new play ideas which are grabbing hold, reading and researching for some of those potential plays. And obsessively following the U.S. campaign for President. I’m looking forward to the debates beginning, and making our way to November. I’m pulling for an Obama landslide, in case you wanna know.

Today I am feeling replenished. I’ve set myself a modest writing re-entry goal: Five pages on the play I haven’t finished. If they don’t come, I’m putting that play in a drawer and moving on.

One of many examples of trees downed in my neighborhood.