I’ve slipped a bit, lately.
After months of relative peace, a return.
First, it was the sadness. I feel it when I wake up, eat my lunch, drive home from work, and hit the hay at night. While its intensity varies, it’s always there coloring my days.
My good sense of humor caught the last bus. A bone-wearying fatigue settles in as I withdraw from activities involving people.
I go into hibernation. I reserve my limited supply of energy for the essential things: work, a limited amount of outside commitments that can’t be avoided or rescheduled, my wife and daughter, a few clients, and filling up my truck with gas.
Life becomes pared down. It loses its sense of richness. This as a painful, the absence
