March 5, 2011
A slight turn away from health has clouded my new day. Though bright outside, it's a tad dark inside. My body, aching from too much stress applied like vices over the past several months, has buckled. Lapsing into snuggles and coughs under warm covers, I'm letting my mind roam; seldom trod highways of thought are begging for my presence, and I'm complying happily. Glimmers of guilt flash intermittently. "You should be up and working," they bleat, "Up and digging for the edible roots of the biz just waiting for your pick and ax, then to kitchen of wit to cook."