Knocking at my Window
My P-Unit (Parental Unit) is sick. It came on so suddenly too. Scarily so. One moment she's telling me her throat is verging on soreness and she'd better take something before it escalated - to not 12 hours later being feverish and lethargic and just sick. I feel so helpless but yet really wanting to feel helpful. I think I end up just making tons of noise "trying" to be quiet. Now I hear coughing and I can't help but wince with sympathy.
Today really felt like the first day of spring. In February even. I had to be outside as much as I could. Cleaned out the cars, went for a walk (albeit a slow one). Open windows are the gateway to happiness. I need gateways to understanding and emotions.
I feel it's ironic that I shrug away plans and schedules when at the core of it...I need a direction. It sucks when you are going in one direction only to change trails. It's a good thing I have such an amazing knack for finding my way.
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