I am 45% content, she said with a wobbly shake of her head to the right and the front like an Indian taxi driver does while navigating his way around Queens. So many people assume otherwise, but it's true, so why deny it, she continued, while sipping on a tall glass of milk from the udder of a cow. I wonder though, if I am going to make it another week without seeing the sun. It's been sick and tired and sleeping more than usual. But what's more than usual anyhow? I need at least six hours and forty five minutes. The sun is a little different. It stays up and bangs on stuff in it's garage. It walks to the park by the river and back. It stands on its head for an hour. It does. But all this time without it, all this time waiting for a buzz of heat in my pocket, it's convincing me somehow that I have never seen it it before at all.