Like an apology I lie on top of the bed, willing some kind of zip to return. But verve and passion are resolutely staying away.
Usually mornings are better than evenings - for me, they always have been, being susceptible to twilight sadness. but i wasn't feeling it this morning. Not far from home I almost mashed myself into the road when my foot slipped and I lost my balance...thank fuck there were no cars about...
time is passing and accomplishments are thin on the ground