Land of Silence

[chayam]

I must stop here, because it is infinitely later than I intended (every minute past the kids falling asleep is a minute of precious sleep lost) and I'm feeling melancholia seeping into the very marrow of my bones. I came to my blog looking for something but ended up whisked away on a ride in the time machine, back to a time when I had things to write about and things to say and a place to write from. Now there is nothing inward or outward to support words. From entry to entry I skimmed, laughing, crying, until I ended up abruptly here.

My stomach feels sick and my knees ache like a weary old woman.