Coming off two weeks with the flu, I still have no energy to get out and resume life. As I shut down the television set last night and headed to bed, I had a vision of myself in ten years.
It wasn’t pretty. I was still wearing the same oversized tee shirt with wording on the front that says “Leave me alone, I’m taking a moment.” That moment has grown into days and the days have turned into weeks. My hair is still in the same ratty pony tail, but it’s turned white to match my skin which is pasty from lack of sunshine.