The sofa held me up for most of the morning, later on the bed, then the sofa again. In between I propped myself up using chairs, counter tops, spotty momentum. A foggy resemblance covered for me, facilitating home school spelling words and arithmetic. Afternoon games followed my placement, not my participation. A trip into town was cancelled, shutting down all extraneous movement, time to close shop, huddle close, breath slowly without worries, time schedules, stop lights, well intentioned strangers, noise.
Happy with that easy decision. Happy despite these lead filled limbs. Smiles shine easily from within this heavy head. Fatigue, weakness, not darkness.
Is this hemoglobin starvation, eroding away the final semblance of a typically good Thursday, or just something else that too shall pass? Either way this is nothing, bring it on. I can take this kind of performance failure. This part doesn't scare me anymore. I can look this in the face and say welcome, good to see you again (how long will you be visiting this time?).
Bring it on... I'll wait right here... for this to be over.
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