Saturday, January 12, 2002

bit of WTC memorial

unauthorized use of photographic equipment

"We should all be concerned about the future because we will have to spend the rest of our lives there."

Charles Franklin Kettering, Seed for Thought

I wake up with a vise across the front of my head. The headache is so bad that I can't open my eyes without pain. I limp to the toilet. I get back in bed. I get up and feel dizzy. I finally get Forrest to bring me a couple of Advil. I get into my chair in the big room and hunker down with a wet rag and squeeze my eyes shut. Finally, it stops. But it's left me breathless and tired. When SuRu calls, I can't bring myself to go dog walking.

I sit around all day, trying to get some energy. FFP goes out and gets my car washed, takes and picks up pictures for me, goes to work out, runs errands.

We are supposed to go out to dinner and drinks. I don't feel up to it. I watch TV in my office for a while, playing around on the computer. Then I watch stuff on the TV in the big room until it decides that it isn't going to get a signal from the amp. It's always something.

I decide that the fog in my head isn't going to lift until I swallow one more dose of decongestant. And I do.

Soon I'm off to dreamland.

JUST TYPING
Sometimes.
Now.
Slips by.
The future so blurry.
That you can't keep your eyes off it.