Falling

It's turning cold. Put the quilt my wife made for me on my bed. Days are getting shorter. It's dark when I get up. Time to go back to school. Time to go back to work.
Time to tend to the harvest. Time to prepare for the winter festivals and celebrations. Time for the depressions, the blues, and all the res mortae that the change in weather brings up. I've picked up some kind of head cold that is stuffing up my nose and my ears a bit, very minor thing, but my mind wants to sleep. All the rest of myself wants to sleep too. My ability to make a joke out of all this rests in the bed my body left two hours ago.
Maybe later.
Maybe later.

Hah, I was about to log off, when I got a message that one "wr" wanted to talk to me.
I checked the site and found a picture of a hot looking young woman who told me
"I AM ALL YOURS , GET ME , GARB ME , HOLF ME, KEEP ME SAFE IN YOUR ARMS"

What a pity I've outlived my sex life. I guess I'll never get a chance to either Garb or Holf.