My temperature became normal yesterday and has continued to be, it was the strangest thing. It was like something was coming on, and then stopped. It's something else today, a pain in the calf reminiscent of the blood clot I had several years ago after surgery. I think these unhealthy sleep patterns are finally knocking me down.
I think it's because there is nothing in the present that we are drifting back to the past and happier times. I saw a name on a Facebook post that was the same as Arthur's aunt. I have fond memories of her and her son who was born when I was 17. I would visit all the time to play with the baby. How I loved that little one.
She's gone several years, but I searched out her son's page and there was a Youtube link to a half-hour interview with him on TV. I hadn't seen him since he was 7, and he's now 65. I remembered holding him in my arms, and taking him over to the window where he'd point with his index finger at each car that went by saying "Ford. Chevy. Mercury, etc." He was only 2 and knew all the cars by their make!
I have been unable to write anything for my writers' group that meets on computer now because my thoughts are dark and I dare not put them down on paper and read them out loud in the house. I wouldn't want anyone here to hear me. So since the pandemic I have listened to everyone's stories but have not contributed my own. This month will be different, I am writing about being 17, and Aunt Jane and little Paulie, the baby who named all the cars.