the agony and the ecstasy

agony:  i have a new obsession.  for the last 2 days a man in a silver nissan has parked across the street from my house on numerous occasions throughout the day.  at some point he gets out of the car and disappears but most of the time he sits in the car.  i want to approach him, knock on the window and give him a little of this: 

"you know, we've all been through enough around here and we are all a bundle of raw nerves.  can you please not park here and check your email or ditch your car while you case the neighborhood or walk down the street to have a midday affair because i cannot stand to see this car here!  i'm afraid.  i'm angry and i won't be able to take this much longer!!"

i won't do that for fear that i will scream until i lose my voice, he calls the police or i die of an aneurysm.  i have to go outside to walk winston or i would absolutely not leave this wretched house while he was parked there.  why does he park there?!  where does he go?!  why do i have to put up with one more thing that feels like a threat?!  i just want something to feel normal, something to feel okay, but nothing does. 

ecstasy:  i spent the morning, while not standing at the window checking on the aforementioned car, finishing the new stephen king book.  absolute greatness!  i loved every page of it (nearly 850 pages.)  i remain in awe of his imagination and swoon at his writing ability.  he writes sentences that i would gladly give my eye teeth (ha!) to have written.

my sleep is in "catch up mode" so i am sleeping at weird hours during the day while not sleeping much at night.  i am so tired.  still feeling under the weather and fighting mono (or mono-like affliction.)  my temperature is up tonight and i am readying tonight's bowl of soup for supper. 

i will eat a bite and begin the search for a new novel to read.  i always feel somewhat bad for the book i pick up after a stephen king because it never measures up.  i try to pick something totally different...just to be fair.

grace and peace