Sage

The sense of time doesn't work well at night for me. Hot flash, throw off covers, get cold, cover up, drift off, repeat. Cycled at least eight, maybe a dozen times. Woke chilled and shaky, stuffy and exhausted. First time calling in sick in a very long time. Dug up the work phone list, and sent my very first text, after D set it up for me. Not sure if they got it, so I'm sitting up until I'm sure.

While waiting, got a call. Not from work as I expected, but a mis-dial, one number off the area code. Glad she got me, and didn't wake up a random person at 0600. Where is 501? ... Arkansas. That would explain the accent. An hour later there.

This ain't helping. D is especially affected. Or is it effected? Too fuzzy to look it up.



My nose kept whistling as I fell back asleep. May have been Camptown Races, or On the Banks of the Wabash. Or perhaps tunelessly.


Then the cold flashes, with the shivers. Oh, this is a beaut. The dizziness ain't fun, neither.

So, home and whining.
Alas. Ah, me. Sage in tea,
Abomination.