I feel as if I am living in Alfred Hitchcock’s film, Vertigo.

Out of nowhere I am experiencing life at a dizzying pace.

I don’t know if the spinning world has rendered me mentally off balance as well as physically.

Yesterday, I work up at 4am and staggered into the kitchen in desperate need of coffee after wrestling the vertigo most of the night.

Brewed and ready I stumbled to the outdoor patio in the dark.

I turned around as I opened the sliding glass door and gasped as I saw a woman holding onto the bedroom door in a nightgown.

Holy purple spirits. It was Queen E.

I turned back and she was gone.

Realistically, I know it was probably my reflection in the dark even though I was wearing boxers and a T, but it was the spitting image of my mom.

The tears flowed.

Honestly, I do not know if I can give up the Florida home as I feel so connected to Queen E. here.

Surreptitiously, I conversed with her as the sun rose, sipping my fresh brew.

It was soothing in a dizzying way!

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