Manos Meanderings

It’s my own fault that I’m feeling muddled and fuzzy-minded this morning. It was my dream, you see, and the dream was because of the book I’m reading. I’m enjoying Emily Brightwell’s newest cozy, Mrs. Jeffries and the Alms of the Angel. I have the bad habit of waking up during the wee, small hours, clicking on my iPad, and reading an ebook. I wouldn’t recommend this if you expect to read yourself to sleep, and certainly not if you’re reading a gripping mystery.

Anyway, I’d reached the point in the story where Inspector Witherspoon and Barnes were talking to a wealthy lady. They were inside her fabulous home and the author described the rooms. Then, I drifted back into dozing. I dreamed I was in a house with large rooms, mostly empty, but with a few rich furnishings. I didn’t know anybody there and I didn’t feel welcome. Strange.

I’ve got to stop reading and then expecting to sleep well!

So, as I meander into Thursday, I think about my own book that I’m writing, a fourth Ned moonlight book. How does Murder by Moonlight grab you as a title? It’s fetching, but the only trouble is, there’re other books and, I think,  a movie by that title, so I’ll have to think of something else.

Fall of the year sort of invites meanderings–thinking back, tucking things away, looking toward new experiences, new hopes. And, fall with rain, as we had last night, is really meant for thinking and dreaming. Nemo slept right through, untroubled by thunder and lightning. I’ve noticed the only time storms make him nervous is when the lightning is extra fierce and the thunder is–well–thunderous. He’s my furry little barometer. I wonder what he dreams of as he dozes? Do his thoughts meander too?