Sitting in the wooden seats at the park this morning, I found myself allowing the quiet warmth of the sun to nudge me into acknowledging my weary state. The longer I sat there and watched people come and go; the bike riders , joggers, children playing in the grass adjacent to the sprinklers while patient mothers observed, it dawned on me at some point how relaxed I had become. The nervous energy had somehow slipped away--I lost nothing. I told myself that I need to be more attuned to my body; do what it asks of me, get more sleep for instance. I resolved to walk tomorrow.

Back at home I'm lounging about the house. My cat Terri was in a skittish mood, running about and trying to get me to play hide and seek with her. I did for a few moments. It's her favorite game. She runs to the bathroom and hides in the bath and when I sneak up to peek at her all I see are her eyes peering over the tub then she scrambles out and runs up to the bedroom. Crouched behind the wall of the doorway she awaits me to come find her then she sticks out her paws and soon races back into the bathtub while I'm distracted by the phone.

I was not in the mood to go the movies which disappointed a couple of people. The charged up intensity which is midtown Manhattan is something I didn’t feel like participating in so for today, I welcomed the calm of home, my instinct being to take it easy and not get caught up in the frenzied pace at which I have lately been living my life...

"On Lying in Bed - brought to mind Matisse who in the last few years of his life, when he was in his 80's and confined to bed, continued to work until the day he died. He would make cutouts of colored paper and instruct assistants where to place each one. Some of these mammoth designs were used to create stain- glassed windows and ceramic murals. "Or he would draw in bed, his charcoal pencil fixed to the end of a long bamboo pole. In this way, he completed many large sketches on paper pinned to the walls, as well as simple line drawings made directly on his walls and ceiling. Surrounded as he was by the faces he had drawn, Matisse said in last days, 'I am never alone.' "

I recalled too that before I had tossed myself into the community of blogging, Tom's site was of those I visited regularly. For me, his humor was an acquired taste. He is quick to seize on the humor inherent in the blogging world and for as long as I've read his stuff, I've found that he does so in a rather nice and not absurd manner. I think it was around the time I discovered Tom's site that I also discovered Magdalena Donea's Moments.org which was also a darling site. Life's little "moments" was at the heart of her writing and her style was starkly engaging. Moments is no longer operational but Maggie as she prefers to be called (I think), is still busy and her site { Colors } is a different though welcomed change from what moments.org was--It delves into the erotic. You can also find her at { MIMO }

{ Moluv } was my next stop. I like Maurice's layout and he has a wealth of resources listed including sites which are pure eye-candy to novices like me, but inspirational nonetheless. I hadn't been to { Kaliber 1000 } in a while so that became my next point of entry. I kind of miss the old design they had there. I remember when they went offline for ages it seemed, and I wondered whether they were actually coming back. They debuted with a brand new style, somewhat similar in terms of the frames layout they adopted in the past, though aesthetically different. The depth of the site calls for much more interaction on the part of the user however and I'm wondering if they still have the desktop displays as I was not able to locate the link. Did they actually change things around again?