I'm So-o-o-o-o Tired...

I'm sitting here in Davis. There is a large bowl of oranges in front of me. I have eaten a good number of them - I wonder if I've eaten more of these oranges than anyone else? They are of the variety that is easy to peel and come apart in sections. Delicious. On my left are two grown men. One is Jack and the other is Joe. They are on another computer. Weird. Watching a video that Joe made. He made another video today. Or rather he shot another one, but it is not "made" yet. It needs to be put together and cleaned up. Something that Amy has makes Jack uncomfortable, he says. Now there is an accent coming out of the computer, it is from New Zealand. 3/5ths of my family is in New Zealand right now. Or so I assume, I don't actually know for sure. Maybe there are no oranges in front of me, maybe they turned to apples on the inside, and I just didn't notice because they kept their old skins. Unlikely. The tile under my feet is cold, and as I type that I realize that my whole body is cold. And tired. I am very tired. It has been a long day. I have spent considerable time today in three cities: Pleasant Hill, Berkeley, and Davis. The overriding theme of the day has been my need to read my book. The overriding action of the day has been me not reading my book. Don't you put me on the backburner, say The Killers. Ok. I want to be in bed where I can wrap up so warm and comfortable, but the last thing I want to do is go right to sleep. I want to lie there and realize how happy I am and how good I have it. Then I want to drift off to sleep so slowly that I don't even realize it, and I want to wake up in just the same fashion, so it's like I was conscious of the whole thing, and got to enjoy every moment of the wonderful, daily eight hour break I get to experience. I want to read my book in bed, because then it's not work, it's just passively learning while being warm and happy. Nothing is work if I am warm and comfortable. Maybe that is my new goal in life, to attain warmth and comfort and then to help the people around me to attain warmth and comfort too. My eyes aching is actually my brain telling me that I should close them. I wonder if Peter's eyes ache and that's why he closes them all the time? I wonder what Andi is doing right now. If I had to guess, I would say she is lying on her warm, comfortable bed in my parent's room. She has reached my life goal; she is almost alway warm and comfortable, so would I trade my life with Andi? I think not, which leads me to reevaluate my goals. The two grown men on my left look sleepy, they are both leaning their heads on their right hands and they are no longer really commenting on the videos they are watching on the screen, they are just looking, maybe not even watching anymore. Three people are sitting around a table in a house in a room full of superbly comfortable beds, and they are all sleepy, but none of them will sleep. What are we afraid of missing out on by going to bed? If we slept one hour less every day we would get an extra day every twenty four days. I would love that. But I love to sleep more. So away I go.