While you’re up …

I have energy, at the moment. I have some quantum of capacity that I didn’t have, or at least wasn’t using, yesterday. I’m moving, little by little, and borrowing momentum from other slightly faster objects.

Just think, I’ve crashed and crashed, slow but heavy, for years and I’m alive. This time, if I crash, they’ll have to name the crater. Then I’ll get up and walk it off.

Rinse, repeat. This is living, I guess.