How To Catch A Cold Without Regret
If I wash my hair today , tomorrow I could schedule in some combing. Not to glorify busy, if messy hair is a glorification. I forget. It could be fashionable , if that word still exists. Anyway, here I am babbling: poor time management; though most things seem to be getting done; the big picture is a body of water - me and my task list are bouncing over it, skimmed stones – I'm not at all sure if I know what I’m doing but I’m doing it. There’s a destination which we may or may not reach. Even r est time is skittish : yet t his fear is relished – if only all fear were like this! Doubt is less popular. The work ahead is a weight I haven’t fully figured how to shoulder. Did I ever figure out any previous burdens? Luckily, no! An encouraging precedent! When I am standing on the shore, a real shore, and the air is gathering chill and the water is silky-dark, I doubt my ability to get in and swim. But then I am swimming. Gulls wheel and cry, yach