The wind is howling tonight, it has been all day. Rain is on its way, again.
My body told me all of this before I stepped one foot out the door this morning.
Most days I move without stiffness, with barely any effort, but then there are days like today.
I think my body might be rusting, like the old 49 Ford tractor in our barn.......I am not as old as the that tractor.......but I do feel the years tonight. Hot tea and a warm bed beckon to me........do they lie or will they really comfort me? Maybe the rain on the tin roof will be the lullaby I search for tonight.
Mondays are tough, three classes back to back, class notes to work on, cds to record, blankets to wash......I know cry me a river. I have to surrender, the bed is winning.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams