I have been violently ill over the last five days or so. I seem to go into stasis when I am ill, and time becomes meaningless. Lots of time on the toilet. Lots of time in the netherworld doze wake doze. Every day I would set on the edge of my bed and think that I would pad down to the studio and write, only to diverted to the bathroom and back to bed for some more wakey-sleepy. My strength is largely gone, but the signs are that the disease is loosening its grip. I hope.
I was surprised by the number of messages in my inbox, far more than I can respond to today. Write this, sip a cup of chicken bullion, and then it’s back to slumberville for me.
I think my family realized how serious it was when I asked for a bowl of graveyard stew. A concoction apparently only known to Texans. It is simple, really. Toasted bite sized pieces of heavily butter toast, warm milk and a tablespoon of cream. It is made for infirm people who cant chew or eat strong foods. It did help, and that was encouraging.
I am mainly posting this to apologize to people for my not responding to their posts. I don’t know when I am going to be up for that. Soon, I hope. So don’t give up on me yet, and if you have the time, shoot off prayer for quick healing.