Ultimate instant where it all makes sense - clarity of thought, clarity of moment, unbidden and unsought, yet once arrived as impossible to get rid of as the tune to a good movie theme. It hums to itself, hidden behind the right ear, casually dancing from synapse to synapse and gently kicking the tires.
My cat looks up from the corner where she is focused on unraveling a hand-crocheted afghan and peers at me, eyes wide. I figure she saw the dim light grow brighter in the bulb over my head, a la old cartoons.
I flash her a bubble of text over my head:
. oO ( >moms got a great idea and a lot of work to do so do not disturb for awhile<)
She shrugs and nods, and returns to her task.
Hmm.
I try again:
. oO (>and while you're up go get me some coffee<) - nothing. Oh well. I tried.
She chews contentedly a moment then stretches and bubbles back
. oO (>what do I look like, your maid? get your own blasted coffee<)
Can't argue with that logic. I go get my own blasted coffee and set to work.
T'is nothing short of miraculous. What had been hidden and coated with confusion now became crystal clear and dancing with boundless kaleidoscopic hues. The design took shape, the balancing patterns revealing themselves, first hesitantly, then boldly marching as if soldiers on a parade field.
This should work.. this should work.
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