Anodyne
Saturday, February 16, 2008
 

As sick as I've been in over ten years. Still no appetite to speak of, muscles knotted from scrabbling around on the bathroom's tile floor in the wee hours of the morning. No strength in my legs or arms. An old man's gently rolling gait down to the bus, one-foot-carefully-in-front-of-the-other. Plus lots of other symptoms we won't dwell upon here. Likely diagnosis: Captain Trips.

Lots of notes from well-wishers, Tolagson and the cats' co-owner among them. And, just now, the shy little fellow above, caught unawares by Mr. Keith Freeman, in today's unexpected and brilliant sun.
- posted by cjb @ 7:47 PM


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