I’ve been sick this week. Really sick. This is probably the sickest I’ve been since 2009, when I have pneumonia. Wednesday was the worst. I had a high fever, I know I got confused, and I lost process. I forgot to brush my teeth that night. Now, that may not sound like much to some, but that was frightening to me. It was the first time I was worried about myself, living alone and being so sick.

I’m better now, but still far from well. My brain keeps throwing words at me, though, like the title for this post. And “The dark ride of the midnight soul.” Things like that.

I’m not able to actually write, as much as I’d like to. The doctor prescribed cough syrup with codeine, which really helps with the coughing, but also puts me to sleep. I’ve spent as much time lazing in bed this week as my cat has, and that’s saying something.

Speaking of which — yeah. It’s nap time.