Last night I hoped, would be nice quiet blogging night, one where I could fill the pages with inspiration, my words flowing like a fountain. Of course great plans do not always develop the way we first think they will. I had the time to be sure, my work week at an end and having set my night aside to recuperate.
The night before had been spent discovering with certainty that I cannot eat strawberries. There had been suspicions in the past, episodes of varying severity but never proof of the culprit. There was even an episode in June a year or two ago, one that put me on the living room floor feeling much like my time had come to an end. This time when it happened I finally was able to put the final piece in the puzzle. I had just munched down a box of strawberries while sitting at my work desk. It started with a cough, relentless and most annoying. The cough stopped to my delight but not long after I began to get clammy, my vision started to blur along and then came that much talked about “feeling of impending doom. ” It passed after several hours and medication of course, but left me exhausted and with the processing abilities equal to Patrick Starfish from Spongebob.
Last night I looked at my blogs, read the blogs of others, discovered some really good blogs, tried not to eat the contents of the kitchen, a strange side effect of it all, and just relaxed. Any inspirational words were clouded in a sea of strawberry lethargy and so I searched for the words of others. One fine piece I had saved disappeared when I added a painting and is lost until one day I stumble across it again. I will find that piece again, along with the words that still elude me today.
For now all I can say is the days grow longer and not only do I enjoy the many stars and constellations at night, but also the very beginnings of sunrise in the morning. Life is good.