undecisive ranting monday

i was trying to decide what to write about and i couldn't

on the one hand and continuing with my late fascination with falcons and eagles, i was going to describe how, on saturday, in one of the posh hotels of kigali, where people with money, white and black alike, spend time enjoying the sporting facilities, and in particular, the swimming pool, i assisted intently to the pirouettes a hungry falcon delighted us with; in mid fly, s.he turned 275 degrees, went down like a shot and caught a piece of bread lying on the grass; a few of them continued to fly above and ventured several times into human land, successfully getting more than one bite to eat
witnessing this from less than 2 metres must definitely be one of my weekend highlights

on the other hand and continuing with my love-hate fascination with human beings, i was going to rant on moody and inexplicably changing people; one day they are all smiles and phonecalls, another they respond who are you? when you call; one day they are your best friend and the next they make you feel like an intruder
a period of natural confusion follows these kind of reactions, when one wonders what did they do for such a reaction; one may ponder for a while, but it comes a point where you simply cannot be asked or don't have the will or the energy to go through the intricate logic (?) in someone's head and so you resolve to keep a safe distance, it could be contagious!

in fact, it must definitely be one of those ranting mondays, that follow from semi insomniac sunday nights where the collusion of several factors make of you an effervescent brain in a knackered body to no avail for a good night sleep and rest
the aftermaths continue during the day, with simple tasks repeated over and over again cos none of the times you were awaken enough to fully realise what were you doing; with keeping to yourself as much as possible to avoid barking; with doing one step at a time, multitasking an unachievable goal on a day like this; with not knowing what to write and ending up writing about everything