Ok, those aren’t the lyrics, but it will have to do.

I’m sleepy because I had to take pain medicine this morning. The pain woke me up. Stretching just made the blood rush to my head and made me dizzy. But I still go up, got dressed, and went to work. It’s cloudy today, so I don’t know if Harvest Moon will be a bust or not. I want to see the moon! It’s supposed to bring good luck and health throughout the Harvest and Hibernation seasons.

Judson left me a mess at work. He fell asleep at the counter, and spilled several vials of mercury. He’s not even supposed to be using mercury. I had to wake him up when I got in, then clean up his mess and try to get what little bit of work he had started done. The detectives weren’t too happy with having to wait fifteen hours for a DNA run to get started. I didn’t fire him. Least I need a ride to treatments next month. Even doped up on Vicodin, I am still doing a better job than he did.

Not too many people question me about the door. I don’t volunteer anything. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I want to keep it. Doc Mick will push those papers on me. He’s even said he’d examine me and sign a statement that my injuries were intentionally inflicted, but I don’t want to rock the boat. A wave-less, calm journey is best, but impossible. I know eventually there will be waves or the boat will be rocked, I just don’t want to be the one to cause either of them.

Back to work. I’m keeping Harvest Moon in my sights.