Me looking like I'm ok, but not actually being ok.

Minimal signs of brain activity Sat outside with the pupalups And enjoyed the breeze, the blue, and the green

my brain trying to start, over and over but only getting the consistent Rrr-Rrr-Rrr of the starter, the engine never catching. Makes me...

Me Just flying along Until, like the Hindenburg I was completely consumed within thirty seconds

my thoughts being the most slippery of fishes.

Me doing something very dangerous Trying to understand some new (to me) science

A bit of a mixed bag Had coffee with a friend in the morning And felt comfortable in my skin By quitting time (Probably earlier for me...

Me waking up at seven and thinking, "Well maybe I got away with it." I even told B: "I'm doing surprisingly well." Then, after fighting...

Me taking stock of where I am In a gray foggy no-man's-land Not doing well enough to keep advancing Not doing badly enough to retreat...

I stayed up past midnight Playing with comicbooks Something I haven't done In a long time (Staying up past midnight that is)

Morning was working on teaching materials. Slow and steady, but still old school. After lunch, I discovered that my mind was bricked.

My mind flew, easy and free. Like when I was young.

Since I have some free time this afternoon, I was thinking about some of the different things I might do with it. I almost immediately...

I had a thought. But I didn't write it down. So now it's gone.

My mind feels like it is on spin cycle. But only set to medium. So it could be worse.

I feel old. Ready to be put out to pasture. Or sent to the glue factory.