"Break," Noun and Verb

Tea: Vanilla Lapsang

Music: King Crimson, "Sleepless" (Tony Levin Remix)

Time: Night.

Verb first.

The weirdest thing happened today. (Okay, not the weirdest thing. That would require pistachio pudding, a piano-playing gibbon and a hibachi.)

Still, it was weird.

It's as though my right leg -- and only my right leg -- broke a fever today. Sweaty, clammy, drained, the whole nine yards. Guess the tendinitis had an infection behind it. Here's hoping it's going bye-bye, if not already gone.

I tried to get some work done, after finally getting out of bed after noon. I had a tiny bit of success, but I've found focus and energy hard to maintain.

So I'm taking a noun-style break, for at least a few hours tonight. I'll read some of "Lilith" by George MacDonald (having thoroughly enjoyed "Phantastes," as you might recall), and try to get some sleep.

Then, tomorrow, I'll be back to trying to catch a different sort of break -- or, better yet, helping to make it happen.