maybe

maybe i have a sleeping disorder.  i just cannot seem to get a handle on my sleeping issues.  i've gone off rhythm before but never for so long. rhythm is a word like gypsy--the only vowel is the 'sometimes y' vowel and therefore a good stumper for a vigorous game of hangman.

maybe i am a project hoarder.  i tuck away many projects for safekeeping.  for the future.  and that's where they stay--tucked away.

maybe i am tired of guys that are wrong.

maybe i'll have a nap before work.

some photos i took this week:

 i took these rain drop shots laying prostate in the wet grass beside the path to the dike.  after a while a woman called to me from her balcony, and asked if i was ok.  i looked up and behind me to see her and her son, looking quite concerned.  i said i was fine, just taking pics of rain drops and she seemed relieved.  'i know it looks weird.' i acknowledged.  'i thought you were passed out.' she admitted.