Full Circle

I caught my obligatory Spring cold last week. I had a bad cough and sore lungs for several days.

This weekend I watched a lot of TV: movies, Miami Vice on TV Land (they ran 48 hours worth), and sports. I continued to dawdle over my big book of Orwell essays too. I couldn’t think to write.

This morning I have arrived full circle. I’m sneezing and my sinuses are congested even though my lungs have healed. I’ve been writing since the sun came up. Watching TV is far from my mind.

My body encumbers me as if it no longer cares about me. But it is a big mistake to think that way, for I am my body and nothing else.