Mental and Physical Toxicity

My friend talks of too much Pilsner, of vats of ‘becalmed’ French Red as a surrogate, a crutch, after the (mild) excesses of Berlin.  I feel it more acute than ever: a general desire to accomplish something but a feeling of looking through a gauze mesh at a faded to-do list.  I look at whatContinue reading “Mental and Physical Toxicity”

‘A Day Without Me’

It’s my brother’s birthday and I don’t know what to get him. Later on, I buy groceries to give him: meat, cheese, wine. I’m on my way to see someone for a drink and I am late by comfortably half an hour. I am rarely late, usually early, and I ponder as I lie nursingContinue reading “‘A Day Without Me’”