Camouflage...

This guy and gal are pretty good at it, I'd say. They blend right in. You'd think they were two rocks of some sort.

And when I think of turtles I always think of my old boss, Al, who raised some of these critters from when they were very tiny. He really liked them.

There are some days I feel like a turtle.

I get to poking my head into my shell so I can't see anything around me and where nothing can harm me. I don't want to see the world, bother with it, or deal with it. Just leave me in my shell and I'll not see or hear any of the worlds problems. I'll take my book, turn the light on in my shell house and sit and read. People can come and turn me upside down, or push me this way or that and I'll be safe and happy in my own little shell. I'll just sit and blend in with my comfy surroundings.

Ya.

I think that's what headaches do to me. I become anti-social and turtle-like.

Lord, heal this mess of a head so I don't turn inward when I need to be turning outward.