blankets.

extra blankets on the bed.
mmmm.
i like it when the sheets an' that are all heavy.
lots of 'em, in burly blocks of blankets.
y'know,
so that your comforter is kinda more of a semi-suffocator.
that's nice.
it makes sleeping an imperative option,
the only means of escaping out from the restraining
weight of high thread counts and thick batting.
if i have to sleep,
i want comatose oblivion, my ninjas.
eyes shut, brain turned off, barely breathing.
carbonite freezing type action.
that's word.
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overcast skies make for shoulder-season suckery.
shoulder season, duders.
that's a thing.
the curved corners of the busy times.
shoulders.
and it's that season.
mixed in with off-times and down-times,
it's hard-styles and wet times, too.
pre-peepin', leaf-lookers don't hang out under the raincover.
and so we're sitting around up in the woodsly goodness.
...waiting.
for something or other.
we've got blown insulation guys coming to blow insulation,
we've got bobcats and caterpillars in our environment.
not the natural ones, the diesel metal earth-movin' ones.
money.
money.
money.
it all takes a lot of it.
and we're waiting.
i could use a sweet blanket of insular sleepiness right around now.
true stories.
truly;
never quiet, never soft.....