Dear Basilocyon,
I feel that I owe you an explanation for the disjointed conversation Sunday morning. At a base level, I was only on my first cup of coffee. We have shifted to half caf / half decaf, so the second cup is necessary for basic functioning. The first really only primes the pump for re-entry into this world, hence my standard best practice of withholding communication until the second cup is well under way. Didn’t happen Sunday, of course. No one’s fault.
But the events of Sunday morning ran deeper. It was J.C.M.D.’s birthday as you know, and I was deeply asleep during the anniversary of his mother’s labor, likely engaged in shamanic dreamwalking to facilitate his birth back in time and his well-being into the future. To make matters even less reliable, our conversation happened at 9:45 CST whereas his birth was at 10:59. As such I was not fully out of the shamanic dream state when we talked, though technically awake.
Combine all this with the low coffee load, and you can hopefully understand why things unfolded the way they did. Indeed, even with a bonus half cup o’ joe I still don’t feel like I’m fully here.
I am grateful that you have always been able to look past these altered states in favor of our friendship.
Sincerely
S. Disrexus
p.s. Apparently I got up at some point last night and wrote 42 words on the novel. It was as if Douglas Adams gave a helping hand…