Sleep of Death

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

As a matter of fact, I was only mostly dead – I mean sick.

And mostly dead is slightly alive . . .

I don’t get sick, except when I do.

According to my wife, I act like a baby when I’m sick.

Except that I don’t.

So there!

Neener! Neener!

I actually took something stronger than acetaminophen – always a risky venture. What might happen this time?

Six hours of hallucinations?

Three days of amnesia-ridden drunken stupor?

Death-like sleep?

None of the above, thank goodness.

I got better . . .

However, somewhere in that medication-induced bliss of recovery, I became inspired.

First, I found inspiration for a book. It combines my post “Haunted” and the inventory given me by @youarecarrying. Its raw form was inspired by Cloud Atlas, A Burnable Book, and M. Night Shyamalan. I haven’t quite decided if that’s good or bad.

Second, I decided to embark on a quest: a real-time version of Divine Comedy in tweet form. Look for it to begin on Good Friday! The handle and hashtag are in development. In fact, suggestions would be appreciated . . .

Third, I settled on a theme for my monthly “big idea” posts: Manifesto. Some time ago, Daily Prompt asked us to write a manifesto, and I never quite got around to it. Rather than write one extremely long post, I’ll break it into manageable sections. Look for Part 1 sometime before February!

So, what have you been up to?