Headache, but my cat is happily sleeping on me. Cold and dark, quiet and unnerving, I don't know. What do I know? That sensations of suffering have been in the forefront of my mind. Mind chatter, energy clutter because things get left around. Ideas and intentions left undone. It's a holiday weekend; places aren't open. I can't call and get my questions answered. What do I know? More like what don't I know? And how can I find out?
Ticking clock and traffic, the sounds of the day passing. Wiggle my toes to feel something, to distract me, to engage me in the feeling of being alive, a feeling other than the wrench clanging in my head.