Bug; Dark and Dreary; Ecclesiastical Review

I spent the day at home with a minor gastrointestinal bug. Not a major situation; just enough to make me feel really depleted. I had some pills left over from a previous bout, so I took a couple and slept a lot.

Different maladies induce different types of sensations and dreams. In this type, you're not really sick; but anything that requires thought seems slightly beyond your grasp. And your brain keeps making connections with minor emotional events. You remember dreaming but all that remains is a lingering sense of depression.

I was going to change this and say that the sensations and dreams were caused by the medication. But I know that I've been aware of their presence before realizing there was a problem.

Sounds are few. Now and then, a car passes by, and there's the churn of the motor and the clap of the tires. I can hear the growl of a jet cutting across the sky. Maybe the rush of wind. But there's no human or animal noises.

It's a fascinating site. The places vary from a tiny chapel to St. Paul's in London.

PAX!