Today felt like it should have been a foggy day. I started off feeling like my vision was blurrry, which lasted the whole day but I forgot about it as I grew accustomed.

 Like a pair of dirty glasses that you only notice when you take them off.

I felt every inch of my age, with creaky joints and feet stiff as I plodded around 

until the caffeine and antiinflammatories kicked in.

Soon, the morning quiet was broken with children, and the day slipped away with work.

So many people, so many questions and concerns. I did my best to respond, mind elsewhere today, trapped in the fog that no one else could see.

By three pm, my eyes were dry and aching, begging to go home and rest. But just when I thought I could, one more thing sprang up demanding my attention. 

When I finally trudged into the house after five, my shoulders were slumped with the weight of the day. 

Suddenly, small warm love attached to my legs, the sun bursting through the clouds of life.

I love them so much, and they had no idea they provided just the right medicine for what ailed me.