Day 84 – Thursday Thirst
No more Claritin last night and it was a normal night of eight-hour joy. I think sleep is far underrated – I consider it one of the best parts of existence. And I bet insomniacs would agree with me – Sure there would be no Tyler Durden if everyone got normal amounts of sleep and that would create the absence of an important cultural icon and a lack of soap. But I think it a shame that some people cannot get sleep – what a nightmare (see what I did there, my fellow clever people). I did have another interesting dream about a walking and talking robot that took criminals to a guillotine and chopped their heads off after saying the same thing to each one, “Say farewell to your thinking machine,” and then boom the blade falls. But the head didn’t stay in the head basket. It instead hopped out of the basket and bounced down the street singing the theme to “Friends.” I think I might secretly be crazy or maybe I just need to relieve my work stress with insane dreams.
Anyway, I got a call from my Midland Corporate Housing clients (I think I forgot to tell you that I picked them up) who wanted to see their current analytics. I was happy to send it over since it revealed a good jump in how many people were visiting their site. Strangely though, the guy who I spoke with on the phone with me ended the call with a “bye-bye-bye-bye friend of the spokesman.” Then he hung up. I don’t know if he had a sudden mental break. I pinched myself since this was the kind of thing that would happen in a dream. Was this guy just trying to entertain himself by confusing me or was this his normal goodbye? I tried to shake it off of my mind for the whole day, but I couldn’t. Who the crap is the spokesman? Am I in the Matrix? Have I been transported to Orwell’s 1984?
I was relieved when I got off the phone with the lawn care specialists later in the afternoon because they didn’t say anything like this when they got off the phone. It was just a normal “Bye, man.” When I spoke with Melissa later in the day, I used the weird goodbye to see what she would do, and she called me right back after I had hung up. She was laughing and asking, “Who the hell is the spokesman?” I explained the situation and she thought it was as bonkers as I did. How did that guy get hired by a respectable company? He must have been dared to do it by his colleagues. Nobody would ever do that professionally.
Sorry. I am still ranting about this. It just threw me.
My meditation today was about thirsting for God in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I love the way the Psalmist puts that. What a desperate cry for God’s presence. I feel spiritually dry sometimes and long for more of God, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt that thirsty. I wonder why…