This morning’s fog set the day’s mood: unfocused, hazy and unclear. From the magnificent effort to get out the door only slightly late, to my scatterbrained workday, to my poorly executed, overly messy dinner; the day was a solid loss. Yet I don’t lament a thing. Spent time with good friends, had some laughs, and no one was hurt for all the flailing about.
I’m sure losing this weekend to the germs didn’t help. Sunday worse than Saturday, but much better by early evening. Still, this morning I was pretty sluggish. And I never really perked up throughout the day. The early afternoon found me struggling to stay awake. I’m guessing the residuals of the daylight savings time brutality added to the days roughness.
Now I sit, mental fog creeping over me, intro my bones. Slowly, sleep’s demands drag me into the different depths of myself. And so ends this day.
