Caught a glimpse of health
Rest ought to be the goal
Bills to pay, work to be done, keep moving forward
Until it’s no longer tangible
Or common sense takes over.
It’s 93 degrees outside
Yet I shiver.
Getting up time comes too soon.
“Time to make the doughnuts” and all that.
Time to human up
Meds and temperature and orange juice, oh my.
Not going to lay down, fight on!
(Tomorrow though, may be a different story…)