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: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 2: Out in space, coast to coast
- 3: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 4: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 5: To the green field by the sea
- 6: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 7: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 8: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 9: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 10: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
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