Off Center

I've been a few shingles shy a roof today...a little off center. I had weird dreams last night and today it has been very hard to concentrate. When I tried to read the paper, it seemed to be written in Sanskrit or perhaps Swahili. I'm not sure what causes it, but I've come to understand that you can't really fight it. The best thing to do is take a long nap or listen to music without words.
When I went down for the paper this morning, a fine mist draped our community. A young squirrel ran up a pine tree near by, positioned himself on a low limb and began to curse at me. I could tell he was cursing because of the rhythm and inflections of his bark. He seemed to be saying something like "you sorry sack of moose dung, can't you find some other critter to harass? I hope you slip on some loose straw and bust your behind." or something like that. I tried to imitate his barking but that seemed only to escalate the encounter. "Don't make me come down there mister!!!!, you have never been bitten until you've been bitten by and agitated quadruped." I decided it was time to head inside before Rockie called for reinforcements.
So tonight, we are going to munch down on warmed over turkey and watch an old movie on the boobtube. Maybe my biorhythms will be better tomorrow.