I woke up this morning with these words:

“I feel like ****.  I’m not going to write today.  I can’t focus”

Well, here I am … briefly.

I’m isolating myself for as long as these Covid symptoms last.  And tomorrow I’ll get an Uber Eats delivery.

But I can’t wall up my life.  I need contact.  And so these words …

The last two nights I’ve slept in my guest bedroom.  It’s quieter.  During one of my sojourns in bed today, I suddenly heard very loud talking.  Was there music too?  I wasn’t sure.

My slowly moving brain tried to make sense of the situation:

I don’t get it.  My neighbours are great – Dirk downstairs and Donia up.  Sure, I hear them sometimes but it’s no big deal.  There isn’t much sound insulation in this old building.  And they’re both kind people.  Why are they talking so loud?

Was it something I said or did?  And my mind started spewing out my possible transgressions … ad nauseum.  My head was floating in some never-never land.  Words tumbled out.

Finally I decided to get out of bed, open my door and see if the noise was up or down.  Was Dirk the bad guy or was it Donia?

One wall in my guest bedroom is also a wall in my living room – the one with the TV hanging on it.  As I walked in, the TV was on, and the commentators were chatting enthusiastically.

Oh!  Before I hit the bed, I was scheduling a future show to record.  I thought I turned the TV off.  Guess I just paused it.

Dull head

Not too aware of things

Thoroughly wrong