Something's going around and of course I caught it. So now I have antibiotics running through me and tissues scattered around my little trash can. It's eight o'clock on a Saturday morning and there's no way I'm going back to sleep. My cough feels rough in my throat. My stomach is telling me to feed it but I don't have much of an appetite.
So I'm just lying in my bed with the soft morning sun coming through my many windows. It's nice. Quiet. The only sound is the morning train coming through town. Even though I'm nowhere near it, I can still hear it's whistle clearly and it makes me smile. This is the beauty of Abilene.