Okay not all better; but, better

The Pimpernel is better and is drinking fluids and eating soup. I actually took a day off to heal, not as young as I was. I slept a lot and tried to read the news. I read where Romney said that he wanted to get rid of some deductions; but, he didn't say which ones. I know which ones, the middle class ones and the one for homeowners. It is already being discussed. Romney's plan is to get rid of deductions for the middle class and keep them for the wealthy.

Richard Nixon was a working class guy, he did some bad things, things that other Presidents had done; but, still wrong. He also proposed a flat tax, 20% or so across the board on income. It is the simplest tax in the world. He also got us off of the gold standard and that was a good thing. There used to be a joke, the golden rule that the person who had the gold made the rules. What is gold, it is simply a metal that has limited uses beyond jewelry.

The moment you buy into gold, you buy into being used. You make a useless metal your God and you can be bought. I would rather have a sandwich than gold. I can live without gold, I cannot live without food. It is said that in heaven the streets are paved with gold, it is that meaningless and would make for lousy streets.

Still kind of out of it in my head. Sorry the post is not better. I did have a point; but, I lost it. Have a great night.

Pimpernel is all better

Just woke up it is 12:00 in the morning. The fever has broken and I slept a lot, lol. I wont say I am normal because I don't know what normal is. I am kind of fuzzy; but, not sweaty and freezy. My dreams were odd and confused. I actually don't hate fevers, just the being cold or hot, the dream part is okay.

I am not fully awake and not asleep. I am still in that in between space, my mind is not oppressed by the world yet, merely confused by it and having it's own thoughts. I have emotional memories, memories of things that mattered to me at the time, things that have passed and people that have moved on. I shall drink lots of water tomorrow.

I had a dream once, I dreamed that I was in an amusement park and it was my home. The little cart went round and round and fell out and tried to get back on. Nonsense; but, emotional to me at the time. Dreams are an escape from the harshness of here, heaven is much better than either. I will not remember this post tomorrow, don't ask me about it, merely ramblings because I slept too much and have not awoken yet.

Is there such a thing as sleep writing? My nose keeps running; but, I keep toilet paper near me. I don't think I am all better; but, better enough to go in tomorrow. I don't want to lay in bed for another day. I think as we age we have less energy; but, we still think we can do the same things, muscle memory or something like it.

Shout outs to two women in the north, my Robbie and another. LOL. I might just have to go north again next year. I will play a song and go back to my fevered sleep, rofl.

YouTube - Dido - Thank You

Completely out of it, back to bed.