Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I have picked up some kind of throat virus - mild, but it just adds to the general difficulty of doing anything at all. I am not easily able to leave the house, the wet, cold and wind take stamina, or something that at present I do not have: substance. I like that word. I feel thinned-out, not that you would particularly think so to look at me. I am like a purse without coins, constantly on the forage for some other kind of currency to get me through the week. Things hurt. Body feels electric, not in a good way. All familiar, and to utter these things helps to get the measure of them.

2 comments:

Fire Bird said...

oh bum! wishing you solace and more coins in the purse e'er long...

Zhoen said...

Slow. Way. Down.