So I claim this post for Dec 5th. I haven't been to bed so I think it still counts although it's clearly the 6th.  I sit here at the computer surrounded by literature, published and not, medieval and modern, epic and brief. I can't think of anything more fitting for this day. It was a day I spent trying to avoid life at most any cost save a visit from my brother. The notion of sleeping, of crashing in bed for long after the time that I woke was one I wanted to savor. Now I find myself not wanting to find the bed because it will make this short week all the closer to ending. So I've surrounded myself in literature to keep my mind entertained as my body starts to cry for the bed.

It's a bittersweet balance.

Song of the day: Make It Through - Sherwood


I know exactly where you are
So I don't strain to see your light shine in the dark
But I didn't know, the winter cold would leave us moving so slow
And will summer bring the feeling back to our toes?
Until it does can I just make it through?

Cause I don't know where I've gone wrong
And I can't find where I belong without you
Make it through
Cause I don't know where I've gone wrong
And I can't find where I belong without you

I'll weave the roads on every map
Into a cord that wraps you up and pulls you back
Cause I didn't know, the winter cold would leave us moving so slow
And will summer bring the feeling back to our toes?
Until it does can I just make it through?

Cause I don't know where I've gone wrong
And I can't find where I belong without you
Make it through
Cause I don't know where I've gone wrong
And I can't find where I belong
Oh I can't find where I belong, without you