Residual aches. Are they coronal remnants, or Rheumatoidal antecedants?
After almost a week, it’s still difficult to tell. Nevertheless, I welcome a flow of returning vitality. Even if it trickles like stream during drought.
Even if the chorus of nailbiting thoughts arise with this flow: How the candidate hasn’t answered my text, with his incomplete paperwork and looming birthday deadline. How work draws closer, with preparation unmade.
Somewhere, the dragon’s low growl emanates. I face the same decision again. Ordinary unhappiness? or dragon-riding?