Brook-feather green, robin-egg blue, penstemon lavender, I dream of you

[sovay]

My ironic virtual con crud has progressed to the point of keeping me up at night coughing and sneezing when I get up in the afternoon. I have some fairly solid reasons for believing it not to be COVID-19, but have nonetheless put in a call to my PCP in order to warn them that my history with normal respiratory crud is quite bad and if I am not lucky I will be calling them later in the week about it. In the meantime, I am trying to procure more orange juice.

I want to write about so many things and I need to do my job and the state of my body is not helping. Nothing is interacting—physically—well in here. It's not new and I still hate it.

Have a nice thread about Jewish atheism and some smoking twelfth-century sunglasses.

Comments

[vr_trakowski]

You're welcome! It's fascinating to see that nuanced-yet-outside perspective, which is why it reminded me of your fic.

Oh, I have a lot to say about Susan and what Lewis was probably trying to do there, but I will restrain myself. *grin*

I hope you are feeling better.