Why Do Blog Entires Need Titles?

When I woke this morning, it didnt seem morning at all. More like late evening. Instead of getting up to brush teeth and hair and throw some clothes on that artists wear during the day to work, I found an old movie on TCM and snuggled in to bed as I would at night when all days chores were done. Very odd. I tried to let morning and morning things invade my self, but the only task I could pull off was letting the dogs out. What could account for this? Dreams! Must be dreams which always leave us with an emotional base of some kind when we wake and yet rarely let us remember details.
I remember birds,large colorful birds with beaks that spoke words and who were more intelligent than most of the people I had conjured for this particular dream. Somehow the birds and I were involved in a project together, a secretive project. The exact project is one of those details I can no longer remember.
Still, two hours later, I do not feel morningish. I am of the mind these days to go with my moods. I have the luxury of doing this as well. Going off to an office to be an underling of some sort would make this difficult, but I am "retired" from that world and can allow these headspaces to play themselves out. We shall see!