demiurge blues

On the first day, there was no sun. How then was it day? Zeus woke up in his silk sheets. He had the best of everything, but still sometimes, couldn't sleep through till morning. Careful not to wake the wife, he got up in the dark, and stumbled to the door in the drunken darkness. In the kitchen, he opened the fridge. That was the first light -- the one that the little penguin turned on, falling blankly on the pee-pee of the god. He scratched his grizzled chest, and yawned from way back in his kidneys, the sound resounding in the wells of space, and its antimatter twin doing exactly the same, exactly the opposite. Nothing he wanted in there. Penguin at ease, and back to bed, careful not to wake the wife, he drew back the sheets and slowly lowered himself down again. And fingering his cheeks idly with his fingers, he thought about what the day would bring. Once he started, there would be no end to it. Cause would follow cause, and everyone always complaining. Poor guy. Hey, Zeus. Don't you listen to them. You are a decent guy. You are doing a good job. Don't you listen.