the lost man chronicles
book two: the art of love
Waking the Walking Dead
Yesterday afternoon I contracted a harrowing case of the stomach flu and was incapacitated for the ensuing 12 hours. Subsequently, I now feel as if Iíve been gutted, but I donít feel it is a sufficient cause for not going to work.
So, I walked to the bus stop feeling like an aching half-empty broken eggshell filled with a scattering of sinew and bones.
Yet, despite the persistence of this internal groan and the conforming listlessness, which together made me feel like a zombie, I duly must acknowledge what an absolutely beautiful morning this is.
Clear skies, a cool 65, positive ions charging the air and charging me up with just enough energy to drag myself to the office. Waking up to this perfect day (lamentably which I will spend primarily inside) is proving an expedient way to recovery.
Inhale, breath, let goó(half-smiling) Iím thinking optimistically and have fooled myself that I feel better already. Sounds a little like love."...the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances." ~ Martha Washington
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