On feeling weary

The good, the bad, and the resting when all is done.  Resting and recovering, and waiting for these tired muscles weighed down by memory, and these joints twinging with portents of paying to come, tomorrow, oh, tomorrow.  Things will be so much worse tomorrow.

Islands in the sun, and man is not an island, is man still not an island if he island is in the sun?  I have got stuck in another dragnet where I don't have the energy to fight for a change, don't have the energy to seek out something new, or to hmchange something.  Or, you know, just no energy.

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