today feels like monday; i thought it was monday.

today feels like monday because the week has been turned on its head and hours scrumpled up, nights lasting as long as day and longer than days. sleep was caught wide awake, and dreaming of reality. what's a body to do in these situations?

enjoy what one can, i suppose.

because it was quite an eventful week. wrapping up the memories are a walk through the night safari, darkness and fonds and i swear i smelt animal when i walked through the path home. cameras, tripod and sitting on a's shoulders to see the hyenas better while j held my hand for support. i hadn't done that since being a little girl; there's a beautiful trust in resting on someone's shoulders, seems to me.

unrelatedly: we persist in asking why, sometimes because we don't want the answers/truth. it's the old news happening to new people, and the rugged cross providing life and salvation for all who will believe.