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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- 1: That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
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- 3: And even if I can't read it right, everything's a message
- 4: I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
- 5: I don't like people to get the idea that I have to do this for a living
- 6: We only want the world to know that we support the status quo
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