My brain is flowing out my nose in a continuous aqueous stream. At this rate of loss, I should invest in a tissue company before I am no longer capable of rational thought.
A nasty, demon-powered virus has inflamed my sinuses and eclipsed my spirit. The frustrating part is that I may have unwittingly contributed to its triumphant invasion.
As an artist without a day job, I am still, after two and a half months, trying to find a working rhythm and routine. One advantage of not having to get up at 6:00 in the morning is exercising the freedom to work late into the night. After years as an early but groggy riser, my body is resisting change and assailing my immune system.
A nasty, demon-powered virus has inflamed my sinuses and eclipsed my spirit. The frustrating part is that I may have unwittingly contributed to its triumphant invasion.
As an artist without a day job, I am still, after two and a half months, trying to find a working rhythm and routine. One advantage of not having to get up at 6:00 in the morning is exercising the freedom to work late into the night. After years as an early but groggy riser, my body is resisting change and assailing my immune system.
From what I can gather, the benefit of working while others sleep is doing so in absolute silence and tranquility. I nestle inside an invisible egg, far beyond the fibre optic reach of telemarketers. The flip side rolls in the following day; energy levels plummet as I am reassigned by the body police to a blurry, unfocused, parallel universe.
Yesterday I was up at 5:30 because I couldn't breathe. I grabbed a nearby box of 3-ply tissues, plunked myself in front of the keyboard and wrote:
Yesterday I was up at 5:30 because I couldn't breathe. I grabbed a nearby box of 3-ply tissues, plunked myself in front of the keyboard and wrote:
Birds chirp as the crawl space pump spits out melting snow.
I peel masking fluid off a paper work.
I don't have to rush. I am grateful.
I peel masking fluid off a paper work.
I don't have to rush. I am grateful.
Deep stuff confirming the obvious...the head cold has fried a portion of my brain. On a positive note, (I always look for one), even with throbbing, swollen sinuses, I managed a frisket peel and started a blog post. If this isn't a manifestation of discipline, I don't know what is. I understand that I am not ready for the army.
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