Lie down in bed covered in a blanket, the arm of a hoodie over the eyes to protect from the light. It is another one of those morning dizzy spells, and as there is the possibility of just lying down until it is over, do just that. Words flood through the mind in a disjointed fashion, words and phrases in no particular context to any reality. Realise that this is what happens when loose phrases are just tied up one to the next with no concept to bind them. They are just words following one another without much allegiance to sense or import. A sloppy heap of sentence, a pile of disassociate meanings combining to form a portentous heap of rubbish devoid of meaning.
A short sleep and the vertigo is gone, commence to write here, this account. It is read by few people, and it may be said that their patience is admirable.
Today's offering is not up to much, for there is nothing happening but for the realisation that life is not going anywhere. The end of the daily imposition of having to go to work each day has left a void that is hard to fill. This realisation comes on Sunday, a day of rest.
Like any other day.
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