Threw In The Towel

The writing was on the wall this morning.

The stabbing pain in the back of my head was the first hint.

Then the hints of nausea.

Back to bed sounded good, but wasn’t going to happen with what needed to get done.

 

In the midst of leaving a voicemail came the realization even I didn’t understand the message being left.

If I couldn’t leave a 15 second message, what hope was there for a coherent Letter.

Then the rally arrived.

I can power through.

Let’s do this!

 

Except the words didn’t show up.

I suspect on purpose.

Forcing anything was only going to make things worse.

Writing this week was not going to happen.

At least nothing more than to say I shall live, I shall rest, and I shall see you again next week.

 

And if you’d like to chat between now and then, let me know.

I’m here.

 

 

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Lorraine Watson - on rustic porch

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Lorraine

Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.

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