. . . and my head feels stuffed with some wool-like substance. I spent Tuesday reading and sleeping and drinking liquids and sniffling and snarfling and coughing and hacking. I cannot taste anything, even leftover pizza.
A sad state of affairs -- I hope to be back tomorrow to tell you about my reading.
The picture is a yellow trillium -- they grow wild here in abundance. They're not as pretty or showy as some of the others but, in their understated way, they seem to me the essence of Spring.
A sad state of affairs -- I hope to be back tomorrow to tell you about my reading.
The picture is a yellow trillium -- they grow wild here in abundance. They're not as pretty or showy as some of the others but, in their understated way, they seem to me the essence of Spring.
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