I have this voice in the the back of my mind. It wants to say something. I can't hear it because my brain has bound and gagged it.
I just know I want to write about something. I cannot think of what it was I wanted to say. So I will write about how I am going to say nothing.
Not quite Mu.
Mu is good. It gives clarity. I don't have that.
Sleep deprivation does that. This goes back to the bad ol' days, prior to my surgery, of when I had OSA (obstructive sleep apnea). That is a tale... for later. Remind me if I forget to tell it.
My daughter has the local "crud". She has had a 101 fever since Sunday morning. She woke up last night several times screaming for me or her momma. I made her drink water as much as I could. She won't eat, won't sleep, feels like poo, and wants to be held ALL THE TIME. Doc says lots of kids have this right now. The office is full. There isn't much he can do. So we try to keep her temp down, Tylenol, Motrin, Benedryl, cool baths. Just so she has calories, I am willing to let her eat ANYTHING. If all she eats is cookies for dinner, then cookies it is. She has hardly eaten anything in the past few days. No rice. No corned beef has (her favorite!). No carrots (another favorite snack). No oatmeal. ... a few teddy-grahms is all I saw her at lunch.
Wish she'd eat some sort of protein other than milk.
On the bright side... the rains have come. Nothing smells better than a thunderstorm in the desert.