Something is missing.
It’s been missing since last Saturday.
But I only noticed yesterday.
How did I not see that it was gone for two days?
Something I’ve looked at every day for four years.
Let us say it was because of the snow showers…
A feeble excuse. I notice stuff. Stuff that doesn’t matter. Especially things I care about!
It has to be a magic trick. Do you see what I mean?
The lowering sun caught the tops of the tallest trees.
Why would anyone care?
No idea, but I took a picture.
If I noticed that….
Things will get worse when I start drinking!
What? Why? Drinking?
Driven to it by the medical profession.
How is a 74-year old socially awkward woman going to stand up against that sorry gang?
That’s why I may take to hard liquor.
“Oh surely not, missus!”
“You may forget to supply our nuts!”
“Then where will we be?”
It seems The Powers That Be have determined this old drug-addicted woman must be detoxed.
They will generously allow me some months.
Unlike a certain ex-president, I have no appeals.
As it happens, I was afraid of this.
So I tried a preliminary test, reducing the dose by 50%.
That sounds a lot but 50% of almost nothing….
Two days passed. But that night….
*&^%$£@ said Brain. WTF?
So I halved a half…and took another quarter.
But other things were occurring.
My stomach felt as if I had swallowed caustic soda.
And on the third night, more protests from Brain.
“No! You can’t do this!”
Skin crawling, bones vibrating,
A feeling of impending DOOM.
And it is said that the last step is the worst.
I can’t wait.
This is why I may take up drinking.
“Oh now. No you won’t!” said Lily.
Willow urged: “We’d better keep an eye on her!”
“I’ll just add it to my list of duties.”
Cloudy skies ahead?
So did you work out what I missed?
The shame of it.