I awoke to the sounds of life continuing to occur despite all of my attempts to set a new sleep marathon record.  Twenty-two years ago, drinking ceased to be an option and my FWB pool is a little under-stocked, so sleeping was the winner by default.  Allowing myself a break from the world and its blue-pill promises, I was in need of something that could and would take my focus from my thinking and bring it back into my body.  Sex is great for this but alas, I am in a bit of a drought at present.  The solution to this set of present circumstances is the last thing that I really want to do: get out and connect with the rest of humanity.  It amazes me how just showing up is such a magic potion for the single-soul and I will procrastinate, hibernate, and isolate but eventually I will go and be among the rest of my kind.  Today is a gift and I must participate in my own life.  Scarcity is an illusion and the day is filled with promise.  Now to get my ass up and out the door…