Fug

I sit here 'stoned' from migraine medication, fugging up my thoughts. Glad the pain is over, but still unable to function properly. It is 4.15pm, looking out at the darkening sky I am prone to think the day is over. Yet if this were August how differently I would feel with over five hours of daylight left. All is quiet outside. The miserable world of half snow and ice, sullied and grimey, invites everyone to remain indoors.