Here is what was in my mind when I woke up this morning:
DON’T BE KRILL.
What does this mean? I can’t figure out why I was thinking this, but that hasn’t stopped me from spending a good part of this morning ruminating about it. Because, as you know, I loves me a good rumination.
[Plus it’s NaBloPoMo– the time of year when any & all happenings are potential blog post fodder.]
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After rising, I told Zen-Den what was in my mind at 6:00 a.m. when his alarm clock, set on a Mexican music station, jolted us awake.
Being a lawyer he started to cross-examine my testimony.
- It was the word KRILL? Not the word SHRILL? Or PILL?
- Was there a whale involved? Because you know whales eat krill?
- What were you thinking about last night when you went to sleep? Fish?
[Immediately, I regretted my decision to share with him. Can you understand why? Are those way too many questions for non-caffeinated me in the morning? The answer is YES.]
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So what do you think, gentle readers? Why was krill on my brain when I woke up this morning? Explain it to me. Tell me a story from your life. Make something up. Humor me. Just give me a reason why it was there… and then I’ll be happy.
[Thank you in advance for your insightful comments on this topic of vital importance!]