Gravity

So I wanted to write this last night but by 8pm I was literally sound asleep on the couch. I think I have narcolepsy, and possibly pneumonia, and even hypochondria. Bygones.
Yesterday I was exhausted; I felt as if gravity was grappling to my skin and pulling it down. My skin literally felt heavy. Even my eyelids desperately wanted to succumb to its powers. Gravity is amazing stuff, isn't it? I look at my face and know that gravity and youth are waging war across the battlefield of my skin, and that gravity shall always win. There is a finality in gravity. I vaguely remember learning that the larger an object is the more gravitational pull it will have; hence the earth having more than the moon, and the sun having more than the planets. I wonder if it's true with the issues and conflicts in life as well. We talk about the "gravity" of a situation; what do we mean? We are drawn in and weighed down...There's an old Eddie From Ohio song (aptly titled "Gravity") that sings, "Gravity? there's some serious stuff/it pulls you down but it kinda keeps you up..."
Sidebar (here's to you, Hatcher and J.Moore for getting me to use that): Eddie from Ohio has a new album out, go get it it's probably good. Also, they are coming to Rochester February 11, we are going. All of us.
Anyway I can't concentrate--I had great things to say and they have fallen from me...I guess that's the gravity in it all.