There’s a point where all there is – is to give it up. Something wicked tickled then bitch slapped me. It laid me out pretty much from the moment I said bye to my colleagues last Friday and on until…well, it’s still here but not so bad.
I slept a lot. No kids until Monday. That was almost of three days where I spoke to no one. And through the sniffling coughing hacking mess, it was great to be blessedly alone. It was something needed. The sleep, yes, but the alone more so.
Alone doesn’t sound like a good thing, does it?
Solitude. Not this, though I sing it in a croaking cracked voice.