Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Sick of being sick

I've sent my ship out to sea without someone at the tiller.  I've been sick and my play and classroom have been going on without me.  I am overcome with fear of what I will come back to.  I plan on getting back to the grind tomorrow, regardless of how I feel.  Will I find the ship has crashed against a rock, or will I be able to hop aboard, stretch, and curve my hand around the tiller confident that my crew has kept me facing due north?  The morning will tell.
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