Sleeping
On a day like this, drowsiness appears to be the only mode and sleep seems to be the only option. Sleep and hot chocolate. Unfortunately, I've got to drive to Snellville for a meeting tonight, so I'm afraid a nap is out of the question.
Unless, of course, I take one in my car. Which would be a bad thing.
Perhaps a better solution would be to consider the work of someone who wasn't sleeping on the job: William Blake.
I'm sitting in on a course in Early Romantic Literature in preparation for my comprehensive exams and today we discussed a few of Blake's works. I'm always startled at the vivid imagery Blake used in his graphic design. The Blake Archive at UVA is a fantastic site for images of Blake's work, and I recommend a bit of a tour through the pics. Striking, surprising, and certainly not sleeping. I would link a photo, but copyright...well, just check out the site.
A bit of Blake poetry, though, may be enough to jolt you out of your sleepy reverie or at least tickle your brain in the half-haze of drowsy icy days.
from Blake's Notebooks
Mock on Mock on Voltaire Rousseau
Mock on Mock on! tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind
And the wind blows it back again
And every sand becomes a Gem
Reflected in the beams divine
Blown back they blind the mocking Eye
But still in Israels paths they shine
The Atoms of Democritus
And Newtons Particles of light
Are sands upon the Red sea shore
Where Israels tents do shine so bright