been in bed for almost a week. finally gave up and went to the clinic. they were nice to me, gave me drugs, and i felt grateful for medical care, reminded of the things i've taken for granted.


the rain for days and now clear air and fluffy clouds have kept me company and i feel strangely rested, as if i was given a respite from my strong functional self.


the house has many quiet moments, and they resonate, sometimes with fingers on the piano, the sun streaming against my pink walls, or a drop to something that hurts in my belly, but is not as scary as it once was.


i drink juice and eat toast with cheese and salt. i clean when i can, change the sheets often, and love wearing socks on cold mornings.


i look forward to teaching again, but for now, am "taking care" and feeling loved.