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.