Laying in bed and thinking about his dreams, he told himself, you have to get up. Feed cats. Drink coffee. Try to live.
It felt like it was going to a stretch day, a day when you stretch your energy just to be.
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Laying in bed and thinking about his dreams, he told himself, you have to get up. Feed cats. Drink coffee. Try to live.
It felt like it was going to a stretch day, a day when you stretch your energy just to be.
I have many, many days like that.
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I’m sorry to read that, Jill, and wish you a 2023 with less days like that. Hugs, M
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Thanks, Michael … your caring words mean a lot to me. Between the deteriorating political situation and my own deteriorating health, some days it just seems simpler to pull the covers back up and stay in bed. But, thus far I have fought that desire, so … all’s well. Hugs ‘n cheers, my friend.
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