Sunday, August 12, 2018 – Weary

I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now. Louisa May Alcott, Little Women I wake—again—from the kind of sleep that wraps around you like a thick and sticky black glue. My body aches. It’s the third or fourth time since midnight that I’ve fought my way to the surface, and struggled again to return to

Saturday, August 11, 2018

It is the still, yellow kind of afternoon when one is apt to get stuck in a dream if one sits very quiet.  Dodie Smith I look forward to a run of still, yellow August afternoons. My weary body tells me it is in need of rest by manifesting symptoms that need attention. My mind