Posted by partlycloudy on July 6, 2005, at 9:21:23
I am in the clutches of inertia. I can move a pile of books from one room to another. I can take a dirty dish and load it in the dishwasher. I can post here (repeatedly). Ad nauseum.
But not much else. I am so preoccupied about this darn trip home. My thoughts are scattered like so many outfits tried on only to have torn off again in frustration. Not right, not right. Can't read - argh. Exercise? Forget it. Not interested in eating, thank heavens, so status quo on my flabbiness and weight.
I am tethered and anchored to the ground by my own anxious anticipation. Certain that it will evaporate in about 36 hours, I will be upright instead of horizontal. Propelled forwards instead of in stasis.
For now, though, I am not going anywhere.
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