After 90 minutes at the computer, first time in days, I ached all over. Anti-inflammatory to the rescue! I realized a short time later that I had been awake the entire afternoon, that I had a small something that could be called appetite, and that I had the energy to go cook a very simple meal (my wife is marching behind me on this Road of Sickness).
What's this?
Is that my brain?
No! Really?
Consciousness, creative thought?
For more than one hour?
Oh, happy day!
Now listen up, Body:
You're lagging behind.
Yes, I actually stayed awake
through this afternoon—good start—
but you've got a long way to go.
I need appetite, normal temps,
and speaking of normal,
let's start sleeping at regular bedtimes.
I'm tired of getting up at four a.m.
Okay?
90/100
100 poems in 100 days
