Running a Temperature

Odd, how memories rush in unattended the instant you stop concentrating on something.  I worked most of yesterday here at home, grinding away at the National Electrical Code and developing training materials on my new computer.  Late in the afternoon, exhausted, I flopped onto my sofa to stop and rest for bit.  At once, as I sat there in a swath of sunlight, a memory from years ago filled me entirely.  In the memory, I had been home all day, running a high temperature and watching cloud racks unravel above the greenblue Elkhorn Mountains.  For that whole day I sat on my sofa, thinking about how—when my wife came home from work—I had to tell her how much I loved her.  

--Mitchell Hegman