Outside The Belly Of The Worm

I have been on a long weekend jaunt to Indiana, where we celebrated my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.  

There are a lot of thoughts and ideas percolating, and a better writer would have written them all down by now.  Instead I’ve been pondering these things in my heart and working through what I should say.   

Whenever I’m around people for an extended amount of time I feel drained, like I’ve poured all of the essence of who I am into being with those other people–oil for an empathy engine.  Now I can hardly write two words,  let alone 500 or 1000.