I have never had trouble falling asleep. I can sleep almost anywhere at any time. However, being blessed in that way doesn’t prevent me from getting a bad night sleep. The last few days I have woken up just as tired as I went to sleep. Not a good development.
Feel What You Feel
“Feel what you feel, it’s important.” Wise words I wish I could live by. The fog of frustration is clouding everything and makes it nearly impossible to feel what I feel. I wish I could have more courage.
I always thought that clarity came from simplicity. Keep your life simple and you’ll never want for clarity. But lately I have come to believe that simplicity came from clarity and clarity comes from courage.
Old Ghosts
“There are ghosts here,” Bran said. Hodor had heard all the stories before, but Jojen might not have. “Old ghosts, from before the Old King, even before Aegon the Dragon, Old King, even before Aegon the Dragon, seventy-nine deserters who went south to be outlaws. One was Lord Ryswell’s youngest son, so when they reached the barrowlands they sought shelter at his castle, but Lord Ryswell took them captive and returned them to the Nightfort. The Lord Commander had holes hewn in the top of the Wall and he put the deserters in them and sealed them up alive in the ice. They have spears and horns and they all face north. The seventy-nine sentinels, they’re called. They left their posts in life, so in death their watch goes on forever. Years later, when Lord Ryswell was old and dying, he had himself carried to the Nightfort so he could take the black and stand beside his son. He’d sent him back to the Wall for honor’s sake, but he loved him still, so he came to share his watch.”
Stoere Jongens
Vanmorgen zocht ik naar een plekje in de bus om te zitten en vroeg aan een mevrouw die haar tas op een stoel had liggen; “Mag ik alsjeblieft naast u zitten?” Dat mocht. Achter me zat een jochie van een jaar of acht die tegen zijn moeder zei; “De meest aardige en beleefde mensen zijn dikke oude oma’s en stoere jongens.” Score.