We found a kind of paradise.

[alasanon]

The moon runs slantways around the sun anymore -- our roles are reversed and I think I may have gotten so turned around I'm running backwards. Orbits of orbits glancing off each other like pool cues shooting us in the right directions.

I had a feeling this morning that things would be all right and I would be able to sleep again.

Moments ago I received news that upended that feeling.

I'll try to write again when I have breath back in my lungs.