Moving to Napa

On taking breaks.

Like any good menace, it arrived in the middle of the night. A pins-and-needles sensation, like when your foot falls asleep, but angrier. It started in my shoulder, sparks shooting down my right arm, sending angry little currents to my fingertips. I wiggled my fingers. Made a fist and released. Waited for the feeling to pass. It didn’t.

When I reached fo…