THOSE WHO WISH TO SING ALWAYS FIND A SONG*
Eyelids like lead weights, anchored with grit and sand, pressing down, down. Hard to keep from closing. Scritchy itchy eyes. I am SO tired. I’ve been tired all evening. I was tired when I got home, but managed not to lie down and nap on the sofa. I got some things done and fixed dinner for the kids and read a few chapters and dragged the kids out for a walk (sunshine! not to be missed! Get it while the getting’s good!). THEN I collapsed on the sofa and my eyelids dragged their heavy way down to meet my cheeks,...