For blogs out west like mine, there is less exposure to your fellow bloggers, particularly right now on the east coast.
Right now some are tucked into bed, I trust not seeing this as it is posted. It might be a great sleep aid however. On a cold night a computer monitor buzzing next to you might keep you warm. I hope that is not the case.
My post will appear for one second on the just posted page, while in Boston someone is dreaming of tomorrows nightmare of a day, that will end up turning out much better than expected, no thanks to me.
Such is the ordinary life, immersed at times in its own little world. Somewhere back east, back in my future hours, at a dull point on night watch. There it will be: ORDINARY LIFE, and he presumably will think; “What’s that about?” With a click of a finger he reads; “What the hell is this guy talking about?”
Then it will slowly happens. His eyes grow heavy. The monitor seems to waver. On a cold and quite night, sleep will creep up on the watch-person. Snowflakes may be landing outside, for a brief moment they become an alien invasion. Eyes snap back open. The realization occurs that; “I could get fired by reading this guys blog. What is he, a hypnotist?”
And so will another leave from this blog, onto their ordinary life, which they might now wonder; “Am I really ordinary?” From there they continue wondering what is ordinary at all.
Riding home near sunrise they think of those getting ready for school; and those now getting on the roadway; where are they going? They’re going somewhere to take care of something. How wonderful is that!
Getting home perhaps a kiss to the kids going of to school, a few, too few minutes with his mate before she’s gone for the day. He sees how ordinary she is, how extraordinary.
She is a bit concerned as she departs for that tear in his eye. “Is something wrong? Should I be worried? He seemed kinda tender, as if he had missed something.”
Getting into bed he makes a little promise to himself; “Let me never again take for granted, my astounding, invaluable, ordinary life.”
