Sick Today

I’m sick.

Long overdue.

Very bad cold raging by turns through lungs, throat, ears, and spirit. Fevers spiking and abating, then spiking again. A feeling of my blood and tissue being bruised. It began a week ago, but things had to be repressed. No energy.

I lost my voice on the long drive back from the Liberty Speaks conference, although Dagmar came up from NC and we had some extraordinary encounters we won’t forget.

(Len, at the hotel desk.****)

Today I’m staying in bed, all day, like a hibernating bear.

Teresa, I’ll call when I wake up. Rob as well, And Tom, and Jamie—I have not forgotten.

I expect to be back tomorrow.

Last half hour I have been intending to press “publish” and I am placed in a store before a can of food I can’t remove, half asleep. It’s orange.

I wish I could meet the Three Kings. They had so much hope and certainty.

Closing laptop now.

There was a fight.

It was said to have been my doing, and I have to “process” it.

BY SLEEPING.

It never makes “sense.”