Yesterday’s meal was tasty. And the conversations surrounding it were equally pleasing. But when I woke up this morning, long before daylight, I felt rotten. In between visits to the bathroom, I slept on the reclining loveseat, hoping to recover a feeling of health and comfort. Finally, around 8:50, I felt reasonably well…well enough to get up and go about my day. But not well enough to think lucidly. And not well enough to write anything of consequence. So, for now, I will take a rest from writing. And I will hope the remainder of the day continues to improve.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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