It leaves a facsimilie behind to carry on with the heavy lifting of getting me out of bed and through the day. Sadly, that's about all it does.
This appears to be the case now as I am currently enjoying the intellectual capacity of a potato. No, I withdraw that. No slagging of spuds here.
In a way it's good. I am not bothered by deeper thoughts. Or any thoughts really.
It's a nice break once I adjust to it.
It's been a few days. I've yet to adjust.
I look at this picture I took a few months ago and know, just know, it deserves something. It's a "no campfire" sign surrounded by lake water.
I got nuthin'.
I take comfort in knowing my mind will return shortly with tall, exciting tales of adventures had without me.
I hope it hurries back. I miss it.