Words are not afoot. Attempting to Slice, is leaving me with floof.
What to say? How to parlay?
My brain is acting fuzzy.
Please forgive me.
I had another sleep interuptus, which has caused internal fuss.
2:30 am bestirred. Sleep demurred.
My brain is acting fuzzy.
Please forgive me.
Time for coffee. Hope sunshine and activity reboots me.
Off for a walk and a friend to talk.
Off to find myself
My balance in the world
If I am not quite present
Please forgive me.
My brain is acting fuzzy.
I am five months post concussion. I though I was recovered. But I discovered this week I am not . . .
Wordsmithing 
Floof! That word seems to perfectly encapsulate the temporary state of your brain. Get well soon.
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Thank you! I like playing with words. I don’t if floof is a real word but it has meaning for me.
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You are forgiven! Even without a concussion, some mornings are like this. Rest!
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Thank you!
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We all experience this phenomenon at least once during the SOLSC, concussion or not! And you still managed to get words out. That’s an accomplishment!
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Thank you!
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I love the play on words. I like the expression internal fuss- I could use that to describe some days!
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Oh my – your poem and your wordplay are delights, although I sense a layer of frustration is lying underneath. Continued healing to you…and keep writing on, ever how the words come!
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Thanks, Fran.
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Oh, I’m so glad I stopped by today! This is really a fun post. I love the coined “floof” — it is a good word, real or not. I can relate to these middle of the night moments:
“I had another sleep interuptus, which has caused internal fuss.
2:30 am bestirred. Sleep demurred.”
It was great to see you this morning at the Slicer meet-up.
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Thanks for for feedback, Denise. It was wonderful to see you too 😊
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