I’ve been forced to slow down. A stomach virus decided I was going too fast. I’m not certain who gave it a vote, frankly, but it was more of a coup than an election. The new regime decides I should sleep – interspersed with moaning now and then. The new rules require me to spend hours staring out the window, where I watch a mated pair of red-tailed hawks rest on a tree limb. The male lifts and swoops toward a squirrel running across the yard. My husband, tired of not only fending for himself in the kitchen, but also eating by himself, heats yet another plate of pasta in the microwave as I force myself not to gag at the scent of tomato sauce. I sip my now-cold tea and whimper. This reign comes with costs.
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee