Disused

About seven inches, more or less. So far. Seems like more. Moved the car during a calm phase, into the garage, had to go around several blocks. Roads are much improved, still terrible. Only because there is so much traffic, and drivers going way too fast and following way too close. Not letting plows at the slushy mess.

Plows are making some headway, now.

Outside in the whiteness, the photophobia aspect kicked in, and now I'm going dark. Light on the laptop at one little notch above black. Shades drawn. Hunkering with the heating pad. Managed to eat a couple of eggs. It really isn't as bad without the head-splitting pain. Still temporarily disarmed, disabled, discombobulated.

This song whirling around my brain.

All the people are so happy now
Their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with
Protective rubber skin

But every little thing's a domino
That falls on different dots
And crashes into everything
That tries to make it stop

And the mirror, it reflects
A tiny dancin' skeleton
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat
And swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask
A pair of shiny marble dice
Some people call them snake eyes
But to me they look like mice

And nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
'Cause I know nothing's gonna change my clothes
Ever anymore