I don't know why it is that some days it takes me an hour to write a sentence or two, when other days I can write hundreds words in the same amount of time. If I skip a few days of writing it seems to dull my writing mind, and who knows what else within me may turn over the covers and go back to sleep as well?

This morning when I got up I asked myself what it would be like to skip a day, to just not live one day, but sort of sleep through it without being aware of anything? Would I notice anything different when I came back to life again the next day? Would I notice that 24 hours of my life were missing? Except for the calendar on the wall being slightly out of whack, I think the day of emptiness could quite easily slide by me without my notice. But what about a week?

The days when I feel a blankness in my mind, I turn to older journal entries to find whether my mind truly ever worked at all. I see that a year ago I was engaged with repairing pot holes in my drive way. Today my mind is engaged in a dozen directions at once, but no single one seems more important than another.

This morning I took my first dose of the new blood pressure medication. It's not really new to me, however, but one I had discontinued a year or two ago. It worked quite well in keeping my blood pressure low, but on occasion would make me slightly dizzy. I opted out of taking that one and began taking a new one, a water pill, but the second one didn't seem to be as effective as the first. I wonder how changing back to the original medication will feel make me feel?

I can't run around with such high pressure numbers showing up on my cuff. The reading I get each day is often much different than what I got the day before. A wild swing that causes me some consternation as to why. Not so long ago I was accustomed to a life of being active and healthy, so this recent reliance on medicine to keep me health is disconcerting, but am sure is nothing new to many.

My flurry of disjointed thoughts almost escaped me only moments ago when we had a brief power outage in the neighborhood and everything electrical in the house quickly flickered off and back on. The software I use for writing automatically saves, and so I see that none of my thoughts have left me for good, but only winked at me for an instant, as if flirting with my mind to wake up and take better notice.