Lying Low

I guess I lie low at times like these. A big test coming up. A presentation. A long race. Open radical prostatectomy. I lie low to clear my mind, maybe. Or to save up my energy. Or to focus. To prepare.

It's morning and the heat of the day is climbing, or so I see thru the closed patio door: sunny spots are working their way across the backyard lawn. In here, it's dark and cool, and part of my low-lying brain is telling me to lie down.

Guinness wouldn't mind that -- taking a nap so early in the day. He lives his life that way and would love a companion. Curled up at the foot of the mattress, he raises his head as I walk by. I pat him on the head and leave the room. He lays his head back down.

I tried it a while ago -- lying down, trying to take a nap early in the day, but it didn't last long. A hot flash came over me, and I had to toss the sheet aside, and although part of me was all for a nap, another part wouldn't turn off. So here I am babbling.

Maybe later in the day.

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