my heart lives in my head and i seem to have lost my head, not quite above all else, but damn close

i have a perfect view out the window. the sun is shining.
the dog i'm taking care of is quiet, and stretched out on top of the couch.
i'm slowly picking out baby spinach leaves one by one from a bowl and eating them. slowly, of course.
i'm listening to howie day's acoustic version of his famous love song.
i'm worrying over something i shouldn't worry about.
i got three, four hours of sleep last night.
i'm leaving right now to get ready for work.

i will probably come back home. start my reading. get distracted by this damn computer. and i will worry, all over again.

howie day's done singing, and i'm done half-lamenting.

-d