Waking up is the hardest thing to do

Waking up in the morning, i can't help but think about how I go about compressing the days that trail behind.

It's as though dreams main purpose is to wash over past events, to sort, and to polish, and only the events that shine after the wash, are the ones that remain rolling around in our minds.

It's a bit frustrating, not maintaining a lasting photographic image of the histories in our lives. If we did have the option of remembering everything in crystal clear presentation, would you take it?

If I had an on/off switch for it, I would be game, fo sure, but I guess that's just not how the human body processes things.

I've been having the oddest of dreams as of late and I lay blame on the weather for acting so gosh darn bipolar. It's been so chilly lately, a bit like early spring.

There is suppose to be a drought coming up, so that will definitely be a change of place here. I wish that there was a way to just have a nice balance to the weather; not too hot, not too cold, about 76-80 degrees F would be ideal. Maybe that's why old folks move closer to the equator. :-S