Surgery, the fall term, and life as I know it is...
OVER. Done with. Finished.
I have never had this many individual moments to myself, full and bursting with reflection, snoring, and lifting my arms no higher than my chin.
Life, as I have obviously learned by now, is infinitely strange.
If my computer finds itself in repair, I might have more writing capability, but time and budgetary restrictions will be the teller of such fates.
I have missed writing. Perhaps it has missed me. We'll have to reunite. Perhaps when I am less medicated.
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