when the nerd takes over.

what the heck is sleep?
oh.
right.
it's what i didn't do last night.
of course.
why, you ask, was i wide awake well into the wee hours
that welcome the brightening morning skies?
well,
because sometimes i get excited about reading.
yeah.
that's it.
i read the last few hundred pages of the new book i got on thursday.
uh-huh.
it was about magicians.
no.
not true life tales of the modern day stage magicians.
but, like, magic magicians like with spells and secret powers,
in other worlds between ours and that sort of sh!t.
it's called the magician's land,
and it's already cover-to-cover eaten up by my eyes and brain.
huh?
yes,
it was super good;
and yes,
i like that sort of thing;
and also yes,
i'm very tired.
really, though, you can't leave fifty pages until the morning.
that's really lazy and quitterish, and i can't hang out with that.
so,
i'm a real sleepyhead right now.
hell, neighbors,
my daughters went to bed hours and hours and hours before i did,
but somehow, they're still asleep.
i can't figure that out at all.
no matter when i go to bed, i'm up and at 'em around six.
then again,
i'm not growing up big and/or strong,
which these girls are theoretically deep in the throes of at the moment.
they're synthesizing proteins or somethin', and that's probably pretty tiring.
all i'm doing is getting more and more busted up,
and losing more and more hair.
that hardly requires any rest to achieve.
yuck.
the good news, though, friends, is that we made our own magic happen,
all by ourselves, way before bedtime crept up on us.
check the teleport:

apples forever.
cinnamon apple sheet cake, for your face.
there are apples all up in it.
like,
inside the batter, there're bits of gooey, chewy chopped braeburns,
and then, to make sure that there was more than you could handle,
but enough for us to enjoy correctly,
we slapped all those sweet, sloppy, stewed and spiced fuji jauns on top of it.
aaaaaand,
because too much is the right amount,
we crushed up some crunchy dried granny smith apple chips,
and hit 'em off with butters and oat flour and cinnamon an' that,
and ca-choppled it all up into streusel-style sprankles.
mmmhmmm.
i know, right?
we get expert every time we get together.
and that's just what i needed all summer long.
not so much the apples as the family togetherness.
that's real.
so,
we're eating cake for breakfast,
and we're spanning time with each other for the limited hours we've got
as a team of worthy warriors poets and active participants in the woodsly goodness.
for my part,
i'm surely making the most of it,
and i'm making more treats, too.
we get what we get,
but it's what we're doing with it that matters;
never quiet, never soft.....