Good Morning, Swamp Side: A Monday of Cosmic Clocks and Unfolding Care
Let's rise and shine with Captain Hedges! The sun officially graced Shreveport, Louisiana, at 6:07 AM this morning, painting the cypress swamp outside our cabin with its first golden light. It's a beautiful, serene sight – unbothered by the internal rhythms (or lack thereof) that are already defining my day. My coffee is brewing, its aroma a desperate plea for wakefulness, but my mind is already racing through a landscape of new priorities and lingering exhaustion. Sorry for this late post!
You see, caring for the uncles is a 24/7 gig, and their internal clocks operate on entirely different cosmic frequencies. Take Uncle Jerry, for instance. Bless his heart, he was up and dressed by 5:00 AM sharp, probably ready to solve the world's problems before the roosters even considered crowing. Then there's Uncle Bill. He decided to start his day (or continue his night) at 6:00 PM yesterday evening. Yes, you read that right. He's been up all night, and he's already vocalizing his displeasure with the world, particularly about Elon Musk and those riots in California.
And me? Well, I barely managed to drag myself out of bed at 6:00 AM, and I'm still very much in that pre-caffeinated, hazy state of existence. My brain is currently running on dial-up, trying to process the concept of "morning." So here I am, standing by the coffee maker, the glorious aroma of brewing beans slowly filling the air, a beacon of hope for my still-slumbering synapses. But as the coffee drips, both uncles have decided this is prime time for conversation. Uncle Jerry, ever the eager beaver, is already dissecting last night's obscure documentary, while Uncle Bill, in his charmingly gruff morning-after-an-all-nighter voice, is demanding to know why the coffee isn't ready right this second. My internal monologue, however, is screaming one thing: Dear heavens, just let me wake up first!
Beyond the usual Monday morning whirl, there are a few new family matters that have unexpectedly taken center stage. Uncle Bill has to go to the VA hospital today to see the heart doctor so were headed out that way, and it looks like he'll be in there for a while. This is a significant shift for us here in the cabin, and our thoughts are with him for a comfortable stay and a swift return. Additionally, Uncle Jerry has a doctor's appointment coming up tomorrow, Tuesday, and I also need to arrange for a follow-up eye appointment for him.
These new developments mean my focus will be entirely on supporting the family for the next couple of days. Because of this, I wanted to give you all a heads-up that I'll be offline until Wednesday morning. I'll be dedicating my full attention to these immediate needs.
This Monday morning, more than ever, feels like finding my anchor in a rapidly moving swell. Life, much like the bayou, has a way of throwing unexpected currents your way. It reminds us that even amidst personal chaos, the rhythm of care, responsibility, and unwavering resolve must continue.
In Other News from Nocturnis: A Glimpse into the Shadows
On a different note, while navigating today's real-world currents, I've also been busy behind the scenes for our Nocturnis City Campaign! I've managed to recover a significant number of old posts from the original website concerning my new Nocturnis series I am devolving. These haven't just been recovered; they've been meticulously rewritten and adapted to fit seamlessly into the rich, dark tapestry of Nocturnis.
Each of these upcoming tales will carry a potent byline: "There are 666,666,666 people in this city, and this is but just one of their stories." Get ready, because the shadows of Nocturnis are about to reveal some truly chilling narratives.
I wanted to get this out to you because I don't know if I will be able to get back online later.
Yours, Captain Hedges
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