Halloween, the shifting of the clocks, a weekend full of endless chat entertaining the cousins, the tireless drinking. What time did I go to bed? What time did I get up? This is the week of exhaustion, a week of car crashes and heart attacks and sleep disruptions.
A week of doctor's appointments and operations and early morning blood letting.
So today's posting is late. My cousins have just left. My mother begged them to stay. The moment passed through me with agonizing slowness. I had a slight reaction on Saturday to the flu shot I received on Friday afternoon. I have been slothful.
Now we plunge headlong into "the season." Long, dark nights lit by holiday decorations. Do they have the same gravity they had before? I will not be dining and drinking with old friends. I will not wander the festive streets, dropping into a bar or cafe to inhale the holiday camaraderie.
My mother complained about me to my cousin. True dat. She told her I send her to bed every night crying. My head spun like a top. I am thinking it might be best to get her a new caretaker. My cousin will put that in the coconut telegraph. The sting may become an infection.
The house will become less communicative.
Now I must figure out what time it is. My mother has gone back to bed. I have things I must do at my own home.
I have only one thing truly in mind. Mimosas.
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