Today has been really cool.
I am so thrilled that people are reading and connecting with my blog.
At the same time I am so frustrated with how difficult it is to type.
My hand feels like a brick and my shoulder like a worn out conveyor belt from the industrial age.
My warming body feels like melted butter.
I have had a fever for almost three years.
I wonder if it's related to my autism.
I wish I could smile when I feel happy.
My cheeks would be stretched out like a plucked string on an old upright bass.
I would keep smiling all week because all of you have made feel so special.
Who cares about a little fever?