closing my eyes

I just finished writing a nice long letter to a longtime friend and I'm really proud of it. Being alone and all, you tend to forget how important keeping in touch is. You've got so many things to think about and take care of, that sometimes you overlook this sort of things.
Therefore I am trying to write regularly to people I care about. I am trying - it doesn't mean I'll succeed...
I like writing cos it's a bit like blogging but it's more personal: you're addressing to a particular person who knows you and can elaborate your predicament, your intentions, your feelings.
When you receive a letter you physically touch it and read it, you cannot ignore it. Instead with only one click you can have a look at your emails, scan it quickly and trash it. I like receiving mail. I'm old-fashioned I guess.

Today is one of those cloudy Sunday afternoons when you feel sluggish and lazy and you just want to cocoon inside your bed, with TB purring under the covers, sipping tea and watching time roll by. I wish it rained a little cos I'd love the smell of it. But obviously it's only gonna rain when Luca is lightly dressed and running late in the morning traffic trying not to be run over by trucks...

I feel like closing my eyes and never waking up again, trying reaching out for that sought-after bliss.
Am I losing myself?