“Some people have a way with words, and other people…oh, uh, not have way.” ~ Steve Martin
It’s all clouds this morning. The sky is clear. It’s just me. Tired, confused, waiting patiently for the next good laugh. It will be a good day. This I know. The turkey just gobbled out a hello and just a few minutes ago the donkey in the pasture across the road brayed magnificently. I’d forgotten how loud those things are. Beautiful sound.
I’m going to be brief today. I woke up with tears in my eyes and I have no memory of my dreams. Maybe just weariness? Soul weary. I think so. It’s been five days since the cat crisis. That is certainly catching up with me. The shock finally lifted yesterday. How much of a daze have I been in anyway? As a spell of PTSD, which it was, it lasted twice as long as such spells usually do. Drink lots of water and eat food. Pretty basic stuff. Get rest, get exercise. Self-maintenence. Even with chronic illness the formula for immediate recovery is always the same. Let’s see how it works. The day must be busier than I would like it to be, but there are obligations. Blood sugar test for the cat then a therapy session for the man. Both needed. I think I will leave it at that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.