The market is up--right now. Maybe on Monday everything will have gone down again. Tuesday can't come fast enough. I just hope everyone stays alive. I just watched "The Big Chill," and I think it's having an effect on my writing. So is the bottle of St. Michele white.
Not to mention the fact that when I awoke this morning (for good, as I didn't sleep worth beans last night) my hands felt weird, and the tips of my fingers were tender, a little sore. My ring doesn't slip off. I must be really dehydrated, and this worries me. I'm spooked by DS's diabetes. So this makes me think that I might have something going on, too. Gotta just drink more water, and get some good sleep.
I need a break. To get away for awhile. My artist date, only longer than part of a day. A few nights in a cabin by the ocean, the days getting shorter, a little wind picking up. Not enough to blow out the lights, so that I can continue to use my laptop. Just to write late into the night, the rain hitting the roof and windows to one side, and wake up to the sun burning a thin sliver between grey clouds.