Off the Road

The noisy neighbors are having a party again. My tooth hurts. I think I wasted every bit of energy I have in my travels for work the past two weeks.

First it was New England - just north of Boston to be exact. And then down to Hampton, Virginia. The two events were probably like night and day, but I just sold books. Lots of books. Now I'm back home, half my face swollen, pain shooting every 15 minutes, and there's nothing good on TV. If there is a hell, it's pretty close to this.

For healing and grace,
lay a hand upon me,
so that I may feel love.