Like an elegiac couplet is a way that only you could limp!

I think I stole it from Ovid!

I hope soon you'll be galloping anapestically once again.

That is a wonderful well-wish. Thank you!

(Glad you got to share a good meal, though--and we had burnished gold pre-storm clouds)

I don't understand the weather! Coming home from the Aquarium with gaudior tonight, we saw these huge, sudden gusts of wind buffeting through Congress Street, the trees flattening like there was a hurricane coming on and pedestrians covering their heads against twisting gales of leaves. The sky was greyer, but the light under the clouds was yellowish and lowering. We expected the sky to break open at any moment. And then nothing. No storm, no rain. Who do we need to propitiate?