From the rock, I’ve been sleepily looking out at the Pond today. Can’t seem to wake up, can’t seem to drop off and go ahead to sleep. Weird bodily sensations. Not pain, except muscles and joints – they are as usual during flare.
Couldn’t decide what was wrong. Got to thinking – maybe I’m dying.
Don’t much care one way or the other. Not afraid of death, but not looking forward to the process. Should I die, I pray God will accept me, unworthy as I am.
Lord, have mercy.