Under the Weather

The cursor just blips in and out on the page.  I have thoughts moving through like the fluffy clouds in the sky.  I know one route leads to another, and privacy is needed for all to proceed in a healthy manner.  I am a bit in the ring with a respiratory issue.  I took the day yesterday and today in bed to help get it under control.  It is very quiet here at Starbucks Fridley.  I will go to see my maternal grandparents graves tomorrow with my mother and uncle.  In the mean time, I will try to just get some rest, and secure some time by myself.