Without

Migrainous and cold starting late yesterday, when I am these days so rarely cold. Usually too warm, wake up baked and throwing off the blankets. Yesterday, shivering, unable to warm up at all. Eyes swollen, ears ringing, drugs dulling my brain, guts swirling, I called in sick for today - last night before going to bed. For the second time, migraine and hormones together, last month on a weekend at least.

They didn't get the message, and called me to make sure I was alright. I couldn't get up when the phone rang, drifted back into odd dreams. Dragged myself up to find out who'd called, listen to the message, call back, explain, apologize. Although I had left a message, it just didn't take on that end.

Moby curled on D's robe on the couch, staring at me as I staggered in. Still there, completely crashed out cat.


Better now, or I would not be writing, put it that way. Hunkering, but not in distress because I'm not going to try to do anything. The world can go on without me today. Tomorrow I'll be back on.