Expired

Originally Posted Friday, March 15, 2013

Blogging in thirty seconds or less.  I have ultra-early meetings today at the factory.  I've been sick for two weeks now and have had a terrible lower back for almost a week.  Still, there have been moments of joy.  Those, however, have not been equal to the feeling of doom and misery lying in the dark at night with pains and visions of death--and worse.  It may sound as though I am melodramatic but how can that be true knowing that the clock is running. . . running. . . running down. . . and out. 

I miss most the old joie de vivre, the elan vital.  There is a sadness in my bones. 

I escaped it for awhile yesterday, leaving the walls of the factory and being in the afternoon sun, laughing as if it were all O.K.  But, as Hemingway so famously stated, night's another thing. 

I am asked to go tonight to have fun.  It is a sliding scale, and I have scaled back.  I will try.  I shall see. But there are places you go that you can't come back from.  Sadly so. 

Yikes!  My thirty seconds have expired.