In the likely event of an emergency

Exhaustion - the likelihood of it, the dangers within it, the hope to address or resolve it - is my wheelhouse. Poli-poly-spiritual-soul crises are things I know.

The other day I had a fug about me. It dampened my mind. It blunted my movements so that I stubbed toes and clanged dishes in the sink. I winced at some noises and completely missed others, looking up a little too slowly.

It occurred to me, after moving through several hours of this, that there was something I was avoiding. I realized the date and no…