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I spent a Saturday in bed. It was a Saturday after a week full of sickness, vertigo, irritable bowels, husbandless nights, sexual confusion, work drama, dogs, cats, ducks, hyperglycemia, hypoglycemia, sleep, fever, feversleep, isolation, rain, compassion, family, depression, and anxiety. I've spend a few waking hours on the couch solving crossword puzzles, but otherwise I've been drawn with magnetic force to the safe cocoon of my bed.

I'm headed back there in a few minutes, but first, I wanted to enter text into the Blogger field of my commitment to blog for the greater good. The medication withdrawal symptoms are already starting to disappear, which greatly helps my outlook on life. However, I also feel like I'm carrying a lot of weight around inside my head. Just now I accidentally typed the word "heart" instead of "head," and I almost didn't correct it. My heart is heavy too.

Sometimes we are powerless to fix anything, so we just keep living until the solutions offer themselves up. So now I am going to go to bed and wait for solutions.