I have been quiet the better part of a week. Possibly, the best week of my life, in many ways.
Since my previous post, I have been in wheel-chair prescription-limbo.
It’s bizarre. How strange our worlds?
Become, when insurance enters our lives.
It’s not my control. It’s shared control.
In order to gain control, I have to learn how insurance companies think. It’s what I imagine before.
The alien, suddenly, in my dreams.
And this has been possibly the best week of my life, because, for the rest of it, I have only been writing, and meditating on my manuscript. I am now in full book-writing mode.
Beam me up, Spock.
To a heavenly place.
Each day, when I begin to type.
Thoughts. Not my own.