I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
On the physical plane, I am just not doing very well. Among other things, I seem to have had an asthma attack last night. It was unpleasant. I would prefer not to repeat the experience. I meant to go out this afternoon into the brilliantly frigid sunlight and photograph whatever had not been mid-May frost-killed, but instead I finished my work and then I lay motionless on the couch. I appreciate the friend who is not on DW who sent me news of both masked hamsters and antibody llamas. My mother sent a few seconds of video in which she captured the bald eagle circling and calling over my parents' house. I am going to return to the couch and read Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs (1912), which feels like it should be a re-read, except I don't recognize any of it.

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This is unacceptable, universe.
I appreciate all your creatures.
Daddy-Long-Legs gave me want to go to a Seven Sisters college. I ignored the slightly dodgy romance.
Nine
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I am extremely glad to hear that benevolent vampirism works.
I would like to be able to take an antibody test. I'd donate them if I knew I had them.
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I'm not enjoying it. I really miss when it felt safe to see doctors. I would have seen several by now.
I appreciate all your creatures.
I don't think I'd ever heard a bald eagle's cry in the wild as opposed to dramatically setting the wilderness scene in film or TV. In fact it does not sound like the movies; I have just discovered that that iconically harsh, majestic falling call belongs to the red-tailed hawk, the bald eagle's Marnie Nixon. The one my mother recorded didn't sound as chirrupy as the NPR sample, but it was a much sweeter voice than its stand-in.
Daddy-Long-Legs gave me want to go to a Seven Sisters college. I ignored the slightly dodgy romance.
The romance was simultaneously visible as far back as the introductory description of the hero and thwanged suddenly out of nowhere in the last couple of letters. I feel there should maybe have been some middle ground. Still a good thing to read on a couch with a cat, including illustrations. ("I can't draw cows!")
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*hugs*
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My allergies are whanging away at my oxygen sats and I will have to use my inhaler before bed. So at least, as much as it sucks, I do not think it is worrisome in the way no one wants to run into worry right now.
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Good! Keep breathing! Why are the trees so horny this year?
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Totally. Thank you.
*hugs*
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Thank you! I did not and do not appreciate it!
I feel like this entire quarantine situation is proving that I am incapable of surviving without regular access to medical care and it's not like I didn't know already that in your traditional literary-cinematic apocalypse I would be one of the tragic intellectual vestiges of the old world that just couldn't compete with motorcycle rape gangs, but I am really not enjoying how physically unstable I feel right now.
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Pollen particles fall through the air, stick to water droplets, and drag the water droplets with them to the ground. Once all the pollen settles, the air is cleaner.
Maybe the trees are trying to help.
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I felt so awful today, I didn't even think of calling a doctor. I'll speak to someone tomorrow. Thank you for reminding me.
At least if we're Peter Ustinov in Logan's Run, we get lots of cats.
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Thank you. I hope you are not also dealing with them now.
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I am not, thankfully! My lungs are actually being fairly well behaved; my sinuses object at length to all the tree sex, but my lungs are holding out fine.
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Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs is such a fascinating mixture of satisfying and concerning. The sequel, Dear Enemy (in which Sally takes over and overhauls the orphanage where Judy grew up) has some good parts too, but is marred by some really horrifying eugenics.
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Thank you. It is annoyingly rocky at the minute, but I'm trying.
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Thank you.
Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs is such a fascinating mixture of satisfying and concerning.
Outside of the whiplash of the ending, I was fine with most of it. Personally I prefer some processing of imposture, especially when it's entangled with romance, but it happens surprisingly seldom.
(A Letter for Evie (1946) is a small movie and it has its flaws, but as a Cyrano version it won my heart forever with its Roxane's reaction: "Say, which one were you in love with? The one that kissed you or the one that wrote the letters?"–"I don't know! I hate them both!")
The sequel, Dear Enemy (in which Sally takes over and overhauls the orphanage where Judy grew up) has some good parts too, but is marred by some really horrifying eugenics.
I may hold off on trying it, then. I'm not in a great mood for eugenics.
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I would prefer for you to have a better time existing in your body.
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Good lungs! Keep it up!
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I also like the moral: "I think it's a really good case for how important basic research is."
I would prefer for you to have a better time existing in your body.
Thank you. I'm trying. I spent a lot of time on telehealth today.
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I like bald eagles—I like most raptors—but I can't not associate them with the strong objections put up by Benjamin Franklin in 1776. "The turkey is the truly noble bird."
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I need to learn how to signal back "THANKS GOOD STOP."
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Mine feel, right now, especially anti-me.
Re: Asthma
I will make a suggestion if I may, but with a caveat. The government of what once was the Land of Mind Yer Own Dam Business a k a the Free, now literally regulates the air you breathe: The element Oxygen is considered a controlled substance and requires a prescription… it says here.
Meanwhile, as Britain was turned by her government into “an island surrounded by smugglers,” so today you may go on eBay and purchase an oxygen concentrator for a couple hundred bucks. As you may know, it runs room air through a chemical that absorbs nitrogen, 78% of normal air, then dispensing the remaining 20% oxygen. Fairly simple, and you periodically clean the nitrogen off the chemical, so it's renewable, reusable.
The good news: Breathing oxygen is a gas, man! The very breath of life, and you feel its benefits immediately, with every joyous lungful.
The bad news: You get used to that saturation, so leaving your room is like suddenly being several thousand feet higher. Suck air and grab clusters!
I'd suggest you look on eBay and get some data on prices, to aid your decision-making.