Yeah, me too.
We went back to usual business here with an ill-tempered rant at Republicans and how they would be almost tolerable if they'd just stop voting. Or at least I think that's what I wrote about. The fact is that everything I do these days is still all kind of blurry and hallucinatory. Today was my first full day back at work in two weeks and I'm so terribly, terribly tired.
So I don't know. Flu week is over and it isn't over. It flickers in the late fall lightning storms. It writhes in bed, moaning in the damp, twisted sheets, and it sits up in a pretty leather bar chair watching the city's light bounce around in a gin and tonic it swirls in its hand.
Flu week is forever.
Here is my dream: a very fancy, high-end cologne, in a gorgeous, blown glass vessel, etched in an elegant font:
it smells like nothing