Goodnight friends! Bitter-cold pall of dense blueish fog all day. Pervasive sour pugence of maturing winter sillage on the air manages, barely, to cut through ny blocked nose, almost sharp as pitch.
Still going through it, cold rolling along. Fever climbing bit by bit over the day, ears ringing like the throbbing saw whine of a trapped fly. Being too spaced out to do much at least meant I was stuck enough to catch up on some more TV, though how much I’ll retain tomorrow is a mystery.
May we find tranquility abd healing today!
