Foggy

There is something very final about clicking "SEND" on an email. It's almost scary how quickly these things can go out. While I've not been the sender of a mistaken embarrassing email, I worry about it sometimes. I've sent emails that are half-finished, so the worst that is said of me is that I end communications abruptly (which is true).

Today, while thinking of these things and coughing frequently, I realized I still have a lost belt. The fact that my pants were hitting about mid-thigh was my clue. In desparation, I used a binder clip to "hold the fold" of my gigantic pants. I think "Gigantic Pants" would be a cool band name. Ducky once told me that she rolled up some plastic wrap in a belt-like fashion during a pant emergency.

And while thinking of these things and coughing frequently, I notice there are many, many thumbtacks in the ceiling of the choir office. The ceiling is very high and I'm wondering just how bored you'd need to be to climb on a desk/chair/ladder to stick pins in the ceiling.

And while thinking of these thing and coughing frequently, I realize that I'm in a sickness-induced brain fog where everything is equally interesting and the only thing I want to do is sleep.

An Erinku:
little tissue
you keep
my hands
clean