I'm going to have to start working at home.
Well, I say home but it’s not home as I know it.
It’s where I reside, temporarily. It’s where I
Sit in my room, alone, while others live.
I don’t mind it in the slightest, it’s quite refreshing.
Where was I? Right, I remember: working at home.
I'm finding myself being followed by an old fiend.
I'm not sure what it’s related to. My blood pressure?
I know it’s low in general, which is never a problem.
I just find myself in states where I cannot work.
I sit here, pretending to type – in fact I just type
Nonsense. I don’t want to admit that I'm not working.
Who would?
I don’t want to explain because I'm not sure myself.
It’s not permanent. It just comes as it pleases.
Blurred vision, I suppose that’s what it is.
It keeps me from working for a good twenty minutes
At a time. It adds up to quite a lot in a day, in a week.
I'm going to have to start working at home. Great.