To be...gin with

Morning came too soon. She should really have awoken an hour ago but it was a restless sleep. The prickly sensation on her left chest kept her tossing and turning most of the night.She was annoyed more than worried but really there was too much to do today. She made a mental note to see the Doctor but at the same time wondered if a telephone diagnosis would be sufficient. She could not afford the time and even more so the truth.

She had for a fleeting moment an insane desire to buy a ticket somewhere and board the plane but social conventions prohibits that she suppose. She would like to speak to her again but the drive to the cemetery would really put her schedule out of whack. Sigh. A part of her wished she had found a place closer to it but such a move would certainly bring out the Loony Prevention Squad she called her friends. As it is she knows they think she is on the brink of sanity and her version of Alice of Wonderland. Which reminded her of the Cheshire Cat:


Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.

Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.

Alice: How do you know I'm mad?

Cheshire Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here....

Alice: And how do you know that you're mad?

Cheshire Cat: To be...gin with, a dog's not mad. You grant that?

Alice: I suppose so.

CheshireCat: Well, then, you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.