51/100: Unrest

This being in bed all night, sleeping or not, just feels weird. When I was a little kid it was required, but now it just happens, no routine, no rhyme, no reason. After eating dinner Saturday I felt okay... not great, not especially good, just okay... but didn't expect to spend most of the next ten hours prone, about three of them with my brain playing in its hamster wheel. And the longer I remain in bed, the more aches I discover. Still, the next day (today!) all too soon I find I can't keep my eyes open. What the hell is that about, age? I drank coffee, ffs! Why doesn't it work anymore?

But getting up this morning and looking out the window at seven o'clock and seeing no trace of growing light in the east was (I imagine) like finding myself alone after the world has ended, a terrifying relief. When light finally did appear, it was through fog, and later there was a bit of rain. That was nice. Now there are vague clouds that are bright in a few places but mostly gray. My dimly illuminated room is such and invitation to nap! Can I resist? I doubt it. But I'll at least try to get last night and this morning's dishes washed before I lie down again. Not a redemption, but about as near as I'm apt to get.


( Sunday Verse )