I will never understand the schedule of angels. Tuesday morning I was awakened by the angel, wrestling with me inside my brain.
The remedy is simple, if not exactly holistic; take 3mg. of Ativan, then lay in bed and hold him down until we are both unconscious. When I wake ten hours later, he is gone. I don’t know why it works, and I don’t know why he leaves. Maybe he just gets tired of waiting. Or maybe there is another reason; I’ve never known why he comes in the first place.
But why come on Tuesday morning? That is the one day, in my particular schedule, when calling in sick looks suspicious. I have Mondays and Wednesdays off, so a sick day on Tuesday makes for a neat little three day furlough. That’s how I think it looks to everybody else, everybody who is at work, wailing and groaning and gnashing teeth. Then again, I do tend to be a little paranoid.
So who can know the schedule of angels? What duties and responsibilities do they carry? If I truly understood the ethereal creatures, I might realize that angels are utterly unburdened and light of heart. That’s why we think they have wings. Truth is they simply do not have weights.