Thoughts keeping me awake

Meaning to head to bed and crash out for the night, sleeping better but still not terribly well. Can't really complain about it though, I don't have pets, babies or other family members keeping me awake or waking me up at least.

Random little blips of things bouncing around in my head. A couple story scene ideas that just won't congeal enough for me to sketch or type them out and get them out of my head. Thinking ahead on the rest of the month and what my schedule will look like. Wondering how long its been since I cleaned my fridge, and realizing that not knowing the answer means that it is time to do that again.

Poking around in the drafts folder of my email app'. Strange the stuff I have cluttered in there. Some emails are ones I wrote in case I ever needed them sent and didn't expect to have time to write them when they were needed. A few letters I wrote when angry, things like firing clients I was unhappy with that I never sent. Two emails I wrote on nights like this one, when I was restless and my brain was wandering and it had things to say and I needed an outlet, but I never sent them.

I took hythia.com down back in June because it had outlived the reasons I had created the last build of it. It was a relic of a past that I didn't want to hold on to but now I haven't been able to figure out what to build yet to put in it's place.

Strange melancholy mood upon me tonight. A poem comes to mind. Not one of my favorite poets, but prolific enough that I can often find something appropriate in the weird vaults of my bookshelves and brain.

"I want"— it pleaded— All its life—
I want— was chief it said
When Skill entreated it— the last—
And when so newly dead—

I could not deem it late— to hear
That single— steadfast sigh—
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
Toward Eternity—
- by Emily Dickinson