Lyme Blog

I like that little 14 x 24 beige brown looped across mat. I wash it every so often and the loops liven up, becoming round again.

When I take coffee enemas, I lay on the cool marble floor the way my petite black cat used to when he was alive.

I want the mat to always be there. I want it to never wear. I do not want to throw it out and abandon it to some landfill among sandwich bags and sardines. I want to keep it under my wet feet forever. I do not want to get any older nor get any younger. I want a smile when I look in the mirror.

I awoke, revved up and full of fear this morning. I took two L-Theanine to abate it. I am tired. When will I be normal again? Was I ever? Is this just another layer? I just want a smile.