Today is a day of Floating

And I can't seem to pin my mind down, to focus on things other than the nebulous worry. The Nebulous Worry is not friendly, and it will not let me settle down, buckle down, or get to work. The N.W. is a feeling of unease, that I should be peaceful but am not. It chops my head from my body like a balloon chopped from its string.
Floating.
Needing to work on....needing to task. Needing to sew back onto my body my lethargically floating head.



The demands of the day do not allow for personal squeamishness, nor will they tolerate the holding of breath.