The Blood Bus came and went yet I was one of two merely standing by, left to feel small and meaningless in a room bustling with bandaged, slightly lethargic, albeit smiling contributors of society.
"Feeling a bit under the weather." I tell those astute coworkers quick to question my lack of participation.
A concerned response, "Something must be going around, Mitch isn't feeling well either."
Perhaps.
Isn't it something, that deeds generously offered to fellow mankind are rarely acknowledged until withholding? Tis a good thing these jazzing hands do not give for the sole purpose of gratitude.
Today's Jazz Hands hide behind long sleeves.
Day three-hundred and forty-five complete.
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