Getting Knocked Down

Rest is Best

I can write again!

Thanksgiving week was rough. I finally succumbed to the pathogen pressure, brought home by school aged kids. My patience can only take so many hacking coughs, proclaimed from uncovered mouths across the dinner table. Apparently my immune system is similarly limited.

My bio-machine was so degraded I spent one entire day in the recliner. Another day I tried to write something here at the Interstellar Truck Stop. The results were a splitting headache, and non-sensical gobbledy-gook. I deleted both pains. Mostly I found myself exhausted. It took everything I had to be a decent human being to other humans I love more than life itself. I surrendered to rest.

Here and there I roused an hour of creativity, and spent that charity on those aforementioned humans. They mostly smiled at me, so I judge my discretion a success. I sure do love those kids.

Here’s a quick story about another beloved human. He’s a great kid, but not the luckiest of chaps. His name is Jimmy (of course).