I’m discovering it’s harder & harder to be clever as the days pass.

I’d love to sit here & write a tale of Winter’s wretched backlash, of Spring’s mournful lament.

Something silly or something poetic.

But the words just aren’t coming.

Like the ripples of the rice field my mind just seems to be sputtering along.

[blip - blip - blip]

One blip after another…but nothing humorous, nothing poignant, nothing exciting.

It snowed.

A lot.

I’m distracted because I got a call from the Neurologist this morning.

No definite news – several of the blood tests aren’t back yet (including the one for Lyme disease), but it would seem that all signs point to MS.

And now I’m scheduled to go back to Seoul this coming Wednesday for a lumbar puncture.

So yeah…a little distracted tonight.

And desperately trying to remember that everything used to be this warm & green.

And that it will be again.