Thank God It's Friday!
Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 9:57 am
Sometimes I find...but then I think, "Oh, well", then somebody gets in my ear and says, "You shouldn't!", but somebody else says, "You must!". It's very confusing - but at other times it all seems crystal clear. "You must follow your own heart!" I hear. But what if you have seven hearts, and they are all going in different directions? Which one to follow? Or do you simply stand still and wait for them all to come back to you? So I spend all day lying in bed. Then I spend the night wandering the streets, or following the river bank listening to the owls, watching the possums dance along the branches of the trees, waiting for the bats to return. Sometimes I say to a bat, "Why don't you spend one day awake - just one day. You'll see a whole new side to the world." But it never does. Is it ignoring me? Or is it deaf? Thank God it's Friday. That's all I can say. But the bats don't pay any respect to Friday. Every day is a weekend for them. Or is it a weekday? I'm told the bats in Bali are not Melbourne bats on holiday, they are just Bali bats. A bit sad, really. So it's back to bed. Left side. Right side. Belly. Back. I don't suffer from sleep apnoea. I suffer from wake apnoea. Wide awake, but unable to breathe. Not indefinitely, of course. I give a big gasp, and start again. I wonder if bats suffer from sleep apnoea. It's very hard to see them breathing at all. They look like they're dead when they wrap their wings around them and hang upside down. I walk past our local colony sometimes, and I don't hear any CPAP machines, but I suppose that doesn't prove anything. Bats don't get Medicare cards, and probably can't afford health insurance. At least our bats don't. I can't imagine it's any better for the bats in Bali.