You could sweep up what remains of my brain in a very tiny dustpan right now.
I may write about the funeral tomorrow, if I'm ready for that.
Right now I'm just going to curl up in a ball and sleep.
It's been a very long day.
Rainy days
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The words of a song from 1921 (my mother would have been nine years old),
originally sung by Al Jolson, has been going through my mind since
yesterday. ...
8 hours ago
Sleep well my friend.
ReplyDeleteI hope you dream yourself onto a nice vacation spot for yourself where you can relax.
ReplyDeleteAnon- Thank you. Sleep has become a defense and one I have to fight for. Hopefully I win this round.
ReplyDeleteChanel- I think I'll just dream of a huge comfy bed about thirty feet square with about a hundred pillows on it. That should work.