Spoor of the Bookworm

By Bookworm1962

Self portrait

A bright sunny summer day. My ability to enjoy it was somewhat compromised by a strange blanket of unconsciousness that kept engulfing me. I've not been sleeping well but that's nothing new....this was more like a drug effect, an overpowering dark, heavy fog that just crushed all awareness, inexorable and obliterating. In between passings out I did manage to take Catie to college...and then came round in the car, disorientated but just in time to drive home again - a long scenic route, I couldn't go for a walk so we had a drive instead.

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