For those that emailed about my 3:02AM post.
Friday night I was "unsupervised". Translation, "left alone to my own devices". It doesn't happen often. I grabbeed an adult beverage or two, spent some time blogging, posting Friday Femme Fatale, reading my blog list and went to bed early.
It was about 3:00 am that Mr Brain decided to chat. On Average I get between 6-7 hours of sleep so 3:00 AM was in vicinity of normal sleep length, albeit early.
Rewind to the work day:
During
the day I was talking to one of my employees about randomness of life
and brought up the whole parent , grand parent, great grand parent...
etc and how random it is the we are conceived in a specific moment in time that is solely based
on all our ancestors conceptional timing through all the generations previous. What if the man or woman that was my ( what ever number of Great) Grandparent in the Bronze age had been killed?
(The years of the Irish Bronze age are 2500 BC to 500BC.)
I wouldn't be here.
(The years of the Irish Bronze age are 2500 BC to 500BC.)
I wouldn't be here.
In the background of the rest of the day the
gears must have been turning behind the scenes.
Suddenly, at "zero dark-the fuck am I awake time of day" I got the question.
You know the feeling as you rise from deep sleep to that voice in your head questioning something that then wakes up all the other participants. Well , it wanted to know how many ancestors there were.
I
wrote that "3:02 AM" post pretty much as it happened in all honesty. The
brain started discussing the math before my eyes were open. I spilled my
water. opened the phone. Contemplated jumping the boss ( most likely I would
be writing this from a hospital bed if it had gone that way) Got up to
take a leak and decided at 3:45 or so to have coffee. :)
Thanks for enjoying.
Irish.