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: And in the end they might even thank me with a garden in my name
- 2: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
- 3: And how it gets you home safe and then messes the house up
- 4: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 5: This is what I get for being civilized
- 6: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 7: Open up your mouth, but the melody is broken
- 8: Is your heart hiding from your fire?
- 9: Everybody knows the world's gone wrong
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