of a tennis player, hiker, writer
|I am tired of being sick. And it’s only been three days. Plus, I’m restless. I can’t seem to focus on anything. My mind wandering for more pleasant thoughts –other than invoices, website updates, facility checks.
I’m also too distracted to write. What happened? I wonder. The words swimming around in a whirlpool too engaged in centripetal forces to exit long enough to make it to the keyboard. I feel them, whizzing by. I reach for them. My fingers grasp air and dust. My eyes glaze over. I give up, or is it in? Maybe its up; but I want it to be IN.