On Dressing in the Dark and Living Alone

I don't need a night light.  There are street lights outside my window that give me light enough to move about my room at night. But these winter nights are long, and the street lights are on a clock.  So when the clock tells the street light to go off, it is still dark outside, and there goes my night light. 

Suddently the room is lighted only by the glow from Starbucks, a whole parking lot away.  I imagine that their light is always on, I don't know why.  When I rose this morning it was very dark.  I found my shirt by feel, and pulled it on.  I transferred, pantsless, to the wheel chair, and rolled through the gloom to the computer.

A pilot light shows me where to turn it on, and now my room is lighted by the glow from the monitor.  That light shows a fat man partly bare sitting in a dark room staring at his journal.  And that is okay for who needs pants when he lives alone?

And living alone give you time to contemplate such wierd issues as living semi-nude in the semi-dark. Is that a normal life style?  I hope someone reads this entry a hundred years from now.  What will he think?  "What a strange way to exist, half dressed and half lit."  More likely he will ask "Turn ON the computer? Why was it off? He was disconnected from the web all night? How did they survive back then, disconnected from the world half the time?"

Go ahead, laugh at the image of me, wearing a pull-over shirt only, in my dark room, at my computer.  Or maybe you can't, 'cause you're at your computer too, dressed as you are.  Welcome to my party.  It's come-as-you-are, but, puhleez, don't turn on the light.