Beached, under a rock, one flipper reaching...

...skyward as though some invisible hand might dangle remotely within grasp, part of a dream perhaps like the rabbit hole of a thought becoming a motion, then motion becoming movement. Take a breath, ok, now what? Get up.

... and so on, ho hum, not much to do under a rock. Well, if you get up and make coffee you can wait until you smell it-

Right, take a med. Lay down. sometimes the fog rolls in like a spooky night in Old San Francisco, almost like it never left, or like you never did. What was I doing-

Sleep is preferable to misery, the meds don't make you, fatigue comes from that quiet battle in your body. The nausea would wake one, does if I let it go too long-

Coffee! Oh, ok, here I go... well it's not always that easy (haha) but it puts in a nutshell the general story of the past 2 weeks. I seem to take things alright the first couple of days after a Round (only 2 so far), by Sunday I am wiped, and the fog rolls in-

I did make it to a Thanksgiving Feast which, gratefully, I was not in charge of cooking. I can usually turn out a meal of nearly edible vittles but lately the spark has been low, the results dubious and unpredictable, and my interest in food in general; well it isn't that I don't like food, and at times when I DO get hungry I eat a fair amount, just getting to that is a challenge. Yeah, I make myself eat, sure is less of a struggle if it cooks quick, the prep is low, and the results not too surprising.

 That's about my speed these days, I get this query from the waitress... you know, "how would you like your eggs?" Several years ago I got a bit bored with questions like "do you want regular fries or seasoned fries with that?" and the usual "paper or plastic today sir?"

Me? I'm down with why do I have to think about that - are you kidding me - just give me a bag that will get my sh- home with out losing it and I'll be quite happy... so. Eggs? Alright I stopped short of answering "cooked." I do not intend to be rude, and I am even careful with some as a sense of humor is mandatory:

"Surprise me..." 

I mean it, within reason please, nothing that is not normally on the menu, in the range of sunny-side over-easy-medium-hard scrambled poached boiled Benedict. It just hit me one morning that by the time I had chosen sausage over bacon, pancakes over waffle and hashbrowns over toast just bring me the coffee with the creamer I am done with the pre-breakfast decision making.

How do I want my eggs? Like I said I really appreciate that most enjoy the levity. Slow night, and this funny long-haired bearded guy says "surprise me."  Kind of like the search engine question "do you feel lucky?" Well, I have truly been lucky I am sure! 

I have heard from an old friend or 2 lately for which I am thankful and happy. It is great to hear from and see current and new friends when I can. There is a health aspect to socializing in the right amounts and environments. I am going to see the Hobbit on my birthday, which following the Trilogy should be the best version yet. Great fun, just before going back under that rock... well, I may not encounter that same under-seascape again, perhaps I'll get lucky.