laughing

I stumbled through the first part of this day in a fog; in a fugue state that no one around me could break through. Mind fuzzy, heart and limbs heavy, wondering and wandering through the steps that make up my day.

I couldn’t hold a normal conversation. I couldn’t smile. I couldn’t interact with anyone in any way; horrible. Even my bestest real life buddy couldn’t cut through the murky haze.

Then, while I was waiting to talk to one friend, another dropped in, poured me a cup of tea, and chatted a while. I laughed; sipped imaginary tea; and suddenly I was able to see that the day wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it was; that I wasn’t nearly so sad as I thought I was.

I was restored; really restored. And then the rest of the day was smashing; conversation flowed; and I even got to hear a special voice I don’t get to hear too often.

All in all, a good day.

*contented sigh*