I wake every morning from the alarm, or rather Katja’s continuous talking now that the alarm has gone off. Today is no different, but for the fact that she’s not in bed. She’s cross legged on the floor having mediated for a while. But when the alarm goes off she’s back among us mere mortals and go:”blah blah blah I’ve meditated! blah blah blah. Wanna hear what I’ve planned for the day? Yes? Yes? Yes? Blah blah blah.” I just try not to fall asleep again.
A puppy plays with every pup he meets, but an old dog has few associates.