Just a thought

I think God is like Dustin Hoffman in Mr Magorium.

That kind of happy and joyful that nothing can put a dent in. Not even death.

And that when it all comes down to it, as long as we haven't done anything evil, he's thrilled to see us and invites us in for tea and something yummy. Raspberry cupcakes with vanilla icing. Yes.

And that evil I'm talking about? That's violence against other people, against children, against animals. Definitely not gay people. In fact, Magorium-God is the first one to throw confetti at ANY wedding. Or any ceremony, really, where there is love.

He gets that we try to do the best we can with what we've got, and the fact is that he doesn't make mistakes. We are who we are and that's wonderful.

Utterly wonderful.

What will tomorrow be like?

I am so tired.

I wish I had a cherry coloured doona to snuggle underneath, in a giant iron bed, and one of the cats would creep in just before dawn just to snuggle; so that I could warm icy ears and frozen pads before we both went back to sleep.

I hope I wake up smiling and happy; that my mother and sister can put up with my out-of-tune singing of satirical songs and flash-in-the-pan pop songs for just one morning. That I remember to do every single thing I have to do.

(I also hope that it's raining or freezing. I feel like putting on my daggy hoodie and my fingerless gloves with the glittery threat that is unravelling; and it being okay for me to buy hot chocolate at the cafe on the corner.)

Time for sleep now.