Whatever I have, dear friends, it's not a virus, but it might as well be. It could be a result of three straight days of rain, insufficient vitamins or a mind full of worry. Either way, it has left me with aching sinuses, muscle pain from my ankles to the small of my back, joint pain in my elbows, and an unfortunate burst of rotten attitude when Lloyd told me that he had forgotten to pick up a New York Times today ("but it's WEDNESDAY! Yeah, I know that all I do is bitch about how boring the food section is, but...it's WEDNESDAY!"
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It is time for to bring out the big guns. Chicken and ginger wontons in dark chicken stock. Apples baked with maple syrup. Pears baked with butter and moscato d'asti. Fruity red tea to put me to sleep, strong black coffee to wake me up. Morphine on the stereo. At Home With the Braithwaites on order from Netflix. A picture of my favorite building in the U.S.A., so designated not only because it's a beautiful building in a beautiful town in a beautiful state, but also because I can't help but love a building that advertises its own greatness. (Note to Self: Lay in a supply of Basin Water, to see if it cures 90 percent of what ails me.) Beautiful and goodhearted friends. Time, time, time, see what becomes of me.