Waking with the feeling of having recently fallen out of an aeroplane, perhaps one ought not to expect much of the day which follows. Not wanting to give in so easily, however, I opened the medicine chest above my bathroom sink and considered my numerous alternatives.
2 Advil and a cup of strong English tea with my humble bowl of oatmeal did at least dispel the headache and after a while, as usual, the aches and pains settled down.
Then I waited in vain for inspiration, which has not been forthcoming, but I found among my scribbles something I wrote one day. I’m not sure why. It was before covid-19 was ever heard of but something put me in a frame of mind of wondering:
What would I miss ? What would I miss, About the old World, If it was all gone, Forever? Now that I’m old And can no longer move It wouldn’t be travel Though I enjoyed it then. It wouldn’t be Cities With all that they have Concerts and movies and fine restaurants I wouldn’t miss those. It wouldn’t be people Most of those are all gone It wouldn’t be food Or fancy wine. And it certainly Wouldn’t be fine clothes. Nor jewels or those sort of things. If I couldn’t get books I’d miss those a lot If I couldn’t hear music in some sort of way That I would miss I must say. I need to write but could do that by hand. I like to draw so I’d need a pad and pencil. But those things I think Are really quite simple I don’t need bright lights Daylight will do And sweet firelight.
That is all I wrote, and I don’t know what made me think about it, but in the absence of inspiration for today, there it is. Needless to say, I would have to have animals.