Blame It On An Arachnid

A year ago, a demon who had been chasing me for eight months finally caught me.

I was in Texas at the time, somewhere between San Antonio and Austin, attending the funeral of a dear friend and co-worker.

I sometimes wonder where denial resides. Because, even though I know for certain I was in denial, I was aware something was wrong. I knew the excuses I was making for the growing list of symptoms was bullshit. And yet I persisted.