i have been quiet.
i have been tired.
i have been feeble.
i have been sick.
nothing fatal. just a nasty cold that has sapped all my energy and left me weak and coughing. i finally went back to work on Monday. if i were still commuting into town i couldn't have done it. 10 minutes door to door in my little Honda was about all i could manage, and then i went home early. now i stay full days, but i eat lunch down the street. no energy to run home for lunch. no energy for writing.
i'm so enervated that i have trouble motivating myself to go to bed, which makes me even more tired the next day.
i probably won't fully recover for weeks.
i've been through this before.
there are some to whom this is attractive. there are predators who look for wounded animals on the side of the road as they prowl the countryside, looking for weakness.
i have little to give except my proffered throat.
sink in your teeth.
drink of my blood.
and then tear me to shreds.