All day I felt like my skeleton was too big for my body and my body was hanging from the wrong bits all day. My freshly cleaned shirt chafed at me something fierce and kept having unsatisifactory coughs that cleared nothing up from my throat or lungs.
Sunday night I had a bit of a fright. I was reading and had a coughing fit. When I looked at my arm I saw there was red on it. Not just a dab but a whole lot of red. Reckon that I expectorated from my stomach while I was coughing which is really bizarre. Now I did attempt to have meatballs and gnocci for dinner but I just wasn't hungry to eat it all only having enough room for a single meatball. When I cleaned up in the bathroom I kept wondering if it was blood or half-digested spaghetti sauce. This event has not repeated myself but my throat is awful, awful sore.
I wonder how Tuesday is going to go for me.
It was certainly warmer inside the tree. At the center of the room was a table bearing a bowl of soup. "Can't have you dying just yet." Mrs. Mouse shook her head, "You don't have much longer to live but you have to live out your few remaining years dontchaknow." I stirred the soup and she whispered, "My son died of pneumonia so I made soup out of him. Go on, have some, it'll be good for you."
Reality came back as the sun came out from behind some clouds and warmed me under the tree.
Spent the rest of my time breaking dead pine needles into smaller dead pine needles so I could stay focused on the here and now.
