Westwoods

  Morning breaks harshly into my bedroom. I'm exhausted from sleep having been awoken by great heat waves off and on all night long. And it isn't heat waves from the tropics. My body is aging and performing as aging bodies do, and its causing all kinds of havoc on the brain, body, and spirit. I realize with dread it wasn't the daylight that awakened me, but my husband. Expectancy and Hyperactivity is buzzing next to me. Too late for me, he sees I am awake. "What are your plans for the day?"  I yawn luxuriously and snuggle into the white sheets, "I don't know, I think I will write something." my mind drifts off to the fact that I need to write something on this dear blog. A lot has happened and I am ready to put it all together in a -stand back and let me look at this- way. However, good feelings and luxury flies out the window as he proceeds to tell me what we are going to do. Starting now. I wonder nastily why he bothered to ask me what my plans wer