First day of summer.
Consider this as double meaning, but really, this has dragged on long enough (not summer, of course. That only just started. I'm willing to give it a chance). While I'm generally referring to the plague of...what? Negativity, malaise, fear, uncertainty...that has been bothering nearly everyone I know for almost a year, I'm very specifically referring to this blasted plague that took over my body nearly a week ago. And I am tired of sleeping. And coughing. And sneezing. And headache. And congestion. And all the rest of it.
And I must be on the mend because DAMN! am I cranky.
Go listen to some good music: "Tired of Sleeping" from the album Days of Open Hand by Suzanne Vega. I won't pretend I know precisely what she's talking about in this song; there frequently seems to be a vein of madness that runs through her lyrics. But if ever there were an apt description of some of the dreams I've been having lately... And no, I wasn't kidding when I said it felt like I have lungs full of Quikrete.