Did I fall asleep on it?
Maybe I’m like a pain-desensitized leprosy patient who sawed it away through repetitive yet unfeeling motion, injuring it bit by bit without realizing until it fell off completely.
I would complain, but those who would listen are unable to help.
I’d like a nap. No, not “the nap” but a nap when after awakening I have $30,000 in the bank, a pot of coffee warming on the counter and a balcony table set for breakfast. A modest arrangement of fresh cut flowers in its center. Eggs. Juice that tastes not like juice but like fruit. Quiet. Peacefulness on a cool morning. Missing children of the non-Amber Alert. Missing children of the week’s vacation without me. Disney World. Valets. Chef stations. Grandparents.
The baby is in my lap cranking it up. Perhaps he would enjoy what is left of me as a mid-morning snack.
Don't worry. The Right Side has all the fun anyway.
That's a good way of looking at it. Think I lost my right brain earlier in the month, though.