I was sick
Della was sick
The computer was sick
and time passed, feverishly, uncomfortably, with the kind of disrupted sleep that is almost funny.
Nights are long this way, so while time was passing, it felt longer than it often does, and that felt like some sort of weird backhanded snotty nosed gift.
Today, computer back from the techs,
Della out with Doug to make room for me to work,
and me? I want to do almost anything else.
Back soon with a post about Ikea.