I woke up in a hotel room in Anaheim, CA.  Coughing, sneezing, eyes burning.  Sick.  At the Podcast Movement conference, I so wanted to be fully present.  Meet people.  Engage in lively conversation.  Learn everything there was to learn.  Instead, I was fighting to stay awake.  Feeling as though my head was floating – like it wasn’t part of my body.  Or it might explode.

There was something else too this morning when I woke up.  I saw what looked like puffs of smoke floating around in my left eye.  Like the smoke that wafts from a campfire as it dances on the breeze. And I couldn’t see very well.

The other day I stopped on my walk to visit two horses who live at the end of my street.  One came over almost right away to say hi.  He’s gotten used to seeing me on my evening walks in the neighborhood.  I often feed him some grass when I stop by, which is probably the real reason he comes so quickly when I stop by.

But this time he didn’t take the grass.