Half past the day, making hay

[sovay]

I have an ear infection! I thought it was weather-changing headaches from the not-an-easter, but no. It got to the point where it hurt too much to sleep on my left side and I saw a doctor. I really could have sworn this model was supposed to come with an immune system.

In better news, greygirlbeast linked me the Decemberists' latest drowning song: "Rusalka, Rusalka/Wild Rushes." Salt marsh, sirens, and wedding the sea. Yes, all right.

I may revise my plans for this evening to collapse.

Comments

[selkie]

I didn't say fragile, I said delicate. Hmf.

I am literally prodding a delicate pile of words around right now. They're sort of doing what I want.

[sovay]

I didn't say fragile, I said delicate. Hmf.

Okay, words matter. Lightning, lighting bug. That's fair.

I am literally prodding a delicate pile of words around right now. They're sort of doing what I want.

Want me to look at them?

[selkie]

As soon as there are more than 200, I'm counting on it. (There are more than 200 in general, but still mostly ellipsis and semaphore. And panic, anxiety, and agonized drymouth.)