This head so gently aches; its bloodshot blur is the morning vision. “Higher” consciousness always takes its toll. Well, I did yoga twice yesterday and only had five scoops of Bob’s Homemade last night. Am I healthy because I didn’t get the flu last week? It seems my bic pen scribbles laboriously; oh God, let one more cup of coffee get me through. My hemorrhoids will forgive me for too much sitting if my meditation can convince me of my health.