There were hints that it was coming, of course, but still.
The blanket of fatigue wrapped itself about me at 10 in the morning, and by noon I was fit only to nap. I woke up at four in the afternoon, took the dog out and switched the laundry. Thankfully, it's not a day of pain, as well.
I sit.
I breathe.
This is today, but it is not every day.
It is the right this very now.
Disability has made me a Taoist.
