For a few weeks…
The temps had been tolerable...
And the furnace hadn’t been kicking on.
But this last week…
The temps dropped, the furnace kicked on…
And now I feel like someone dropped kicked me—again.
My skin is bone dry…
My sinuses are bone dry…
Even my eyes are bone dry.
If I don’t move to the tropics of Akumal…
And make my Spiritual/Writer Retreat…
Sooner rather than later…
I’m going to wind up getting so dry…
I’ll turn into nothing more than…
An an old piece of human jerky.
Waaaa!
Well, at least I still have moisture for tears.
Always, Em-Musing
